“Anna! What tragedy has happened, little sister? No lights, no supper, no coffee —and, above all, no Mr. . She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. “Go on!” she commanded. White was scattered across the long stretches of pine trees and corn fields. One nail drives out another, it's true; but the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. He uttered a short laugh.
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