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It is six months to the day that she puts aside full mourning and the heavy blacks for grey, like rained-on slate. The household knew it was coming, because she had discussed it with Smith at the start of the week, and no doubt her lady’s maid spread the word, but it surprises her first visitor and she knows the news will fly around the neighbourhood. It hardly matters, six months more, through lighter greys and lilacs, and she will put on her old clothes again, and, she fully intends, remove the gold band, and leave his house and this pretence.