“Old age will be served,” said Mrs. Carteret grimly. “But I suppose you think I am a long time dying.” Gita made a face in the heavy shade of the bed-hangings, but replied politely: “I am glad to be here, grandmother, and when it’s my turn to die I’ll take all the time I choose.”…
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