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"MOTHER," Rhona said wistfully one morning; "I wish you had not to go to Mrs. Howard's."
Mrs. Mordaunt was vaguely conscious of the same wish. She had been very weary for many days past, and this day an indescribable weight of dizziness and confusion oppressed her. Breakfast had been a mere make-believe. Rhona's eyes watched her mother wistfully. She did not know what was wrong, but she could plainly see that all was not right.