She goes out morning, noon, and night, and comes back dead-beat, apparently not having enjoyed herself at all.

Can you imagine Nan like that ?" "Not very easily." "I believe he's taken the savour out of things for her," said Penelope, adding slowly, in a voice that was quite unlike her usual practical tones: "Brushed the bloom off the world for her." "Poor old Nan! She must be hard hit.

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