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A week later Patience wandered restlessly about the lonely house. The hundreds of people that had thronged it had gone at last, even Miss Beale and Mrs. Watt.
She had cried until she had no tears left, and rebelled until reason would hear no more. Her nerves felt blunt and worn down.