Notes - (VERSO)

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fond of company and conversation. To be sure, when you have talked to nobody but yourself for nearly twenty years it is apt to grow somewhat monotonous; and there were times when the Old Lady would have sacrificed everything but her pride for a little human companionship. At such times she felt very bitter and resentful towards fate for having taken everything from her. She had nothing to love, and that is about as unwholesome condition as is possibl possible to anyone.

It was always hardest on the spring. Once upon a time the Old Lady – when she had not been an Old Lady, but pretty, wilful, high-spirited Margaret Lloyd – had loved spring; now she hated