Here again instinct guided her. And I have made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured nephew. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. One’s sense of proportion, battered out of all shape in the daily life of cities, reasserts itself. She seemed to have no idea whatever of the emotional states that were becoming to her age and position.
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