She felt herself falling, her bile rising in her 61 throat, the cold wind spinning around her like vertigo. ’ ‘Fiddle,’ scoffed Miss Froxfield. " "What did I forget?" "The breathless days and the faded, pitiless sky. She forgot Anna’s sacrifices, forgot her own callousness, forgot the burden which she had fastened upon her sister’s shoulders. Oh, you must believe me. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes. I'll talk to her in the morning, but she won't understand what I'm driving at.
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