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Violet Oliver drove back to her camp in the company of her friends and they remarked upon her silence.
"You are tired, Violet?" her hostess asked of her.
"A little, perhaps," Violet admitted, and, urging fatigue as her excuse, she escaped to her tent. There she took counsel of her looking-glass.
"I couldn't possibly have foreseen that he w