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All the rest of that day Molly was depressed and not well. Having anything to conceal was so unusual-almost so unprecedented a circumstance with her that it preyed upon her in every way.
It was a nightmare that she could not shake off; she did so wish to forget it all, and yet every little occurrence seemed to remind her of it. The next morning'