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About which time Nancy had finished crying -- raging at herself all the / time, she hated to cry so -- and was sitting up straight on the couch / looking at the door which Oliver had shut as if by looking it very hard / indeed she could make it turn into Oliver.
It _couldn't_ end this way. If it did it just meant that all the / last year wasn't real -- hadn't any more part in reality than charity / theatricals. And they'd both of them been so sure that it was the chief / reality that they had ever known.