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It
was
only
when
people
had
been
off
on
a
long
trip
,
for
years
,
that
they
shocked
you
.
And
she
felt
like
a
woman
who
has
been
on
a
roaring
black
train
for
seventy
-
two
years
,
landing
at
last
upon
the
rail
platform
and
everyone
crying
:
"
Helen
Bentley
,
is
that
you
?
"
"
I
guess
we
better
go
home
,
"
said
Jane
.
"
Thanks
for
the
ring
.
It
just
fits
me
.
"
"
Thanks
for
the
comb
.
It
’
s
fine
.
"
"
Thanks
for
the
picture
of
the
little
girl
.
"
"
Come
back
—
you
can
’
t
have
those
!
"
Mrs
.
Bentley
shouted
as
they
raced
down
the
steps
.
"
They
’
re
mine
!
"
"
Don
’
t
!
"
said
Tom
,
following
the
girls
.
"
Give
them
back
!
"
"
No
,
she
stole
them
!
They
belonged
to
some
other
little
girl
.
She
stole
them
.
Thanks
!
"
cried
Alice
.
So
no
matter
how
she
called
after
them
,
the
girls
were
gone
,
like
moths
through
darkness
.
"
I
’
m
sorry
,
"
said
Tom
,
on
the
lawn
,
looking
up
at
Mrs
.
Bentley
.
He
went
away
.
They
took
my
ring
and
my
comb
and
my
picture
,
thought
Mrs
.
Bentley
,
trembling
there
on
the
steps
.
Oh
,
I
’
m
empty
,
empty
;
it
’
s
part
of
my
life
.
