VMiss Rich, who taught English and Geography, advanced towards the house at a rapid pace,stumbling a little now and then because, as usual, she forgot to look where she was going. Herhair, also as usual, had escaped from its bun¹. She had an eager ugly face.
She was saying to herself:
“To be back again! To be here … It seems years … ” She fell over a rake², and the younggardener put out an arm and said:
“Steady, miss.”
Eileen Rich said “Thank you,” without looking at him.

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