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Helen turned over the scarf, in fingers which had grown suddenly old. It was of good-quality silk, machine-knitted, and was quite new. There was a smear of mud on one side and pine-needles were entangled in the mesh of its fabric.
Conscious of overwhelming horror in store, she shook it out--revealing a gap in the fringe, at one end--a jagged, irregular tear, as though it had been bitten.