Part 2, Chapter 3: The Last Sunday of Peace
Never had Gwenna risen so early after having spent so little of a night in sleep!
Into the small hours she had crouched in her kimono on the edge of Leslie's camp bedstead in the light that came from the street lamp outside the window; and she had talked and talked and talked.
For by "not saying anything about it" she had never meant keeping her happiness from that close chum.
Miss Long, sincerely de
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