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She went back to the old life But it was in a bitter, restless,

critical spirit, conscious of the fact that she could derive neither

forgetfulness nor pleasure from it, nor see any release from the habit

of years

One afternoon, late in the fall, sheIsland club

where the last of the season's golf was being enjoyed by some of her

most intimate friends Carley did not play Ai the autumn colors subdued and drab, like her ht that she would go

South before the cold caorous,

hard, painful, or disagreeable! Later she returned to the clubhouse to

find her party asse

of refreshment Morrison was there He had not taken kindly to her late

habit of denying herself to hi a lull in the idle conversation Morrison addressed Carley

pointedly "Well, Carley, how's your Arizona hog-raiser?" he queried,

with a little gleam in his usually lusterless eyes

"I have not heard lately," she replied, coldly

The assembled company suddenly quieted with a portent inimical to their

leisurely content of theat her,