THE EXILES
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"She had a sunstroke, or I don't know what. I was too upset last night—We had a terrible time with her. I don't know what it was. It must 've been a sunstroke. We had a fearful scene."
"Is she better?"
"Well," she said, in a sort of defiance, "she died early this morning in the hospital.… And Mary," she cried, "accuses me of murdering her. And she packed up her trunk and left at six o'clock this morning, without even waiting for her wages. I never heard of such a thing. It 's the most absurd—These Irish servant-girls—"
He looked away with a sickly smile. "I know," he said.
