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Marty, however, recovered all her high spirits. It was as if nothing
had happened or could happen, and during six months everything at
Marsfield went on as usual but for the sickening fear that we three
managed to conceal in our hearts, even from each other.
At length, one day as Marty and I were playing lawn-tennis, she
suddenly told me that her feet felt as if they were made of lead,
and I knew that the terrible thing had come....