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She succumbed to cancer of the breast
at age forty-three, it was slow and wasting. ToC
Mr. The by now familiar dramatic sigh came. "See her I will. That won’t involve references, as a bank
account would—and all that sort of thing. He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she
talked about love-making being unconvincing. She looked more than her sixty odd years, in spite of a still
lush head of black hair, streaked with a little grey, which was visible under her
cap and of immediate interest to Gerald. Ennison looked down on him in disgust. One of these, a
lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep mourning, reclined upon
a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels, with her head supported by
cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet footstool. Lady Angela shrugged her shoulders. "Where is he?" he cried.
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