'Well now,' said Mrs. Frampton, 'just fancy that!'
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The year of grace 1915 slipped away into darkness, like a broken ship drifting on bitter tides on to a waste shore. The next year began.
'Well now,' said Mrs. Frampton, 'just fancy that!'
The year of grace 1915 slipped away into darkness, like a broken ship drifting on bitter tides on to a waste shore. The next year began.