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Miss Sibson paused to listen, but heard nothing. And disappointed, and with a sigh, she spread a clean handkerchief over the lap of her gown and helped herself to part of a round of buttered toast.
"She'll not come," she muttered. "I was a fool to think it! An old fool to think it! " And she bit viciously into the toast.