Chapter 29

"Henry dear--" was her greeting.He had finished his breakfast, and was beginning the TIMES. His sister-in-law was packing. She knelt by him and took the paper from him, feeling that it was unusually heavy and thick. Then, putting her face where it had been, she looked up in his eyes."Henry dear, look at me. No, I won't have you shirking. Look at

            
            

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