was driving, and by her side... Lettice! Lettice
-- riding over the rough field, over the dark stony
roads, when now, so soon... in her condition
...it was insanity. Simeon Caley's wife should
never have allowed it.

The horse, stolidly walking over the sod, stopped
before them. Mrs. Caley held a rein in either hand,
her head, framed in a rusty black bonnet and strings,
was as dark, as immobile as iron. Lettice gathered
her shawl tightly about her shoulders; she had on a
white waist and her head was bare. She descended
clumsily from the buggy and walked slowly up to
Gordon. Her face was older than he had ever seen
it, and pinched; in one hand she grasped a small
pasteboard box.

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