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Margaret Bradford sewed no more that evening. After her visitors went she sat in the rocking-chair, thinking, thinking. It was nearly eleven when she went to her room and almost midnight when she heard Banks close the outer door and come tiptoeing up the stairs.
During breakfast she was very quiet, and her son noticed it. "What's the trouble, Mother?" he asked. "Didn't you sleep well?"