There was a disconcerting silence, while Judith breathed hard and kept her eyes glued on Miss Green.,
"Don't you think it is very—very lonely to be a widow, Mrs. Johnson?" I asked timidly to see what she would say about Mr. Johnson, who is really a kind-hearted sort of man, I think. He gives me the gentlest understanding smile when he meets me in the street of late weeks.,
"Do let her read it to us," begged Judith. "You chatter so, Miss Pat, that no one can get a word in edgewise.".
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