The lace was family lace, easily recognizable. Then a servant girl brought in a telegram. She went on her way now no longer dreaming and appreciative, but disturbed and unwillingly observant behind her mask of serene contentment. At length, he fell down on the road, fully expecting each moment would prove his last. Her teachers and mistresses had done their best to stamp her mind with an ineradicable persuasion that it was tremendously important, and on no account to be thought about. ‘Ain’t my place, I know that. He was a thin old man, a wreck in a ruined body, but nothing would induce him to stand in any other way than as stiffly erect as possible like the soldier he had always been, even though he was obliged to lean on his silver-handled cane to do so. “Tell me,” he said; “speak to me. Feels as if I’ve been dashing back and forth about the whole country, if you want to know. Michelle pulled a Kleenex out of a Pocket Pack and blew her nose.
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