She
straightway began to wonder if there could be anything wrong with
her mind. She remembered that an aunt of her mother's had been
insane. A sort of fury with herself possessed her. She stared at
the brooch in the glass with eyes at once angry and terrified.
Then she removed it again and there was her own old brooch.
Finally she thrust the gold pin through the lace again, fastened it
and turning a defiant back on the glass, went down to supper.
At the supper table she met the other boarders--the elderly widow,
the young clergyman and the middle-aged librarian. She viewed the
elderly widow with reserve, the clergyman with respect, the middle-
aged librarian with suspicion. The latter wore a very youthful
shirt-waist, and her hair in a girlish fashion which the school-
teacher, who twisted hers severely from the straining roots at the
nape of her neck to the small, smooth coil at the top, condemned as
straining after effects no longer hers by right.
The librarian, who had a quick acridness of manner, addressed her,
asking what room she had, and asked the second time in spite of the
school-teacher's evident reluctance to hear her.
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