Mrs. Lidcote, as the huge menacing mass of New York defined itself far off across the waters, shrank back into her corner of the deck and sat listening with a kind of unreasoning terror to the steady onward drive of the screws. She had set out on the voyage quietly enough,--in what she called her "reasonable" mood,--but the week at sea had given her too much time to think of things and had left her too long alone with the past.…
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