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"Old age will be served," said Mrs. Carteret grimly. "But I suppose you think I am a long time dying."
Gita made a face in the heavy shade of the bed-hangings, but replied politely: "I am glad to be here, grandmother, and when it's my turn to die I'll take all the time I choose."