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That would be him. She checked her pearls in the mirror, straightened her stockings and bit her lip just a little to make it full before she opened the door.
The boy handed her the telegram.
It was crisp and light, and her hand was still, so very still as she held it. Mrs. Henry Blake knew what it said
with deepest regret
the jelly on the stove bubbled and boiled over, the baby cried and cried, the white luster of her pearls broke into a hundred thousand pieces and the black waves of a distant, silent sea swallowed all.