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That was how ht when Sara Lee went

upstairs after Harvey had gone and read Mabel's letter, with Harvey's

photograph turned to the wall Under her cal in her Harvey's perpetual "we," his attitude

toward the war, and Mabel's letter, hat it opened before her, had

set the nize--a strain

of the adventurer, a throw-back to so it had set fire to the soood women

Yet, had Aunt Harriet not coht have died

And had it died a certain se of the history of this ould

never have been written

Aunt Harriet caly She wore a black wrapper, and her

face, with her hair drawn back for the night, looked tight and old

"Harvey gone?" she asked

"Yes"

"I thought I'd better co if you're tired"

"I'm not tired," said Sara Lee

Aunt Harriet sat down miserably on a chair