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I was honestly glad to get back to the office, next morning, for I felt the need of work-absorbing work-to take my mind off the problem of Worthington Vaughan's death, and especially to relieve me from the depression into which his daughter's inexplicable conduct had plunged me. When I thought of her, it was with impatience and aversion, for I felt