Mary bent over the form, writing. As she came to the end she shivered suddenly. A shadow had come between her and the sun. She looked up to see Elinor Carlisle standing outside the window looking in. Elinor said: “What are you doing so busily?” Nurse Hopkins said with a laugh: “She’s making her will, that’s what she’s doing.” “Making her will?” Suddenly Elinor laughed—a strange laugh—almost hysterical. She said: “So you’re making your will, Mary. That’s funny. That’s very funny….” Still laughing, she turned away and walked rapidly along the street. Nurse Hopkins stared. “Did you ever? What’s
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