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The raspberry tart was put in the oven, and Mrs. Staunton went upstairs to her own room.
She was a woman, who, as a rule, utterly disregarded dress. She gave but little thought to her personal appearance. Like many other women of the middle class, she had sunk since her marriage from the trim, pretty girl to the somewhat slatternly matron.