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On the following Thursday morning Patience walked slowly over to where Beverly sat under a tree on one of the lawns, reading a newspaper. She had made up her mind to adopt Steele's advice, but had deferred the evil moment as long as possible.
"Beverly," she said abruptly, sitting down in front of him, "I want to speak to you."