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Foes

CHAPTER XIV
12/23

All was dark--then the flash again! The rain now fell in a torrent.
"At least it is dry here! There is wood, but I have no way to make fire." "I am not cold." "Sit here, upon this ledge.

Alexander and I cleared it and widened it." She sat down.

When he spoke of Alexander she thought of Alexander, without unkindness, without comparing, without compunction, a thought colorless and simple, as of one whom she had known and liked a long time ago.

Indeed, it might be said that she had little here with which to reproach herself.

She had been honest--had not said "Take!" where she could not fulfil....


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