"No," she said, "not quite well. I am suffering a little from
toothache."
As she altered her first answer in those words she gave a twist to her
hair with the comb, so that it fell forward and hid her face.
At breakfast she was very silent, and she took nothing but a cup of tea.
"Let me go to the chemist's and get something," said Mrs. Wragge.
"No, thank you."
"Do let me!"
"No!"
She refused for the second time, sharply and angrily. As usual, Mrs.
Wragge submitted, and let her have her own way. When breakfast was
over, she rose, without a word of explanation, and went out. Mrs. Wragge
watched her from the window and saw that she took the direction of the
chemist's shop.
On reaching the chemist's door she stopped--paused before entering
the shop, and looked in at the window--hesitated, and walked away a
little--hesitated again, and took the first turning which led back to
the beach.
Without looking about her, without caring what place she chose, she
seated herself on the shingle. The only persons who were near to her, in
the position she now occupied, were a nursemaid and two little boys. The
youngest of the two had a tiny toy-ship in his hand.
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