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THE COURTING OF LADY JANE
THE colonel entered his sister’s room abruptly, sat down on her bed, and scattered a drawerful of fluffy things laid out for packing.
“You don’t seem to think about my side of the matter,” he said gloomily. “What am I to do here all alone, for Heaven’s sake?”
“That is so like a man,” she murmured, one arm in a trunk. “Let me see: party-boots, the children’s arctics, Dick’s sweater—did you think I could live here forever, Cal?”
“Then you shouldn’t have come at
