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called, if she had provided herself with clothes and
money.
He asked who had seen her last and what was her
presumed state of mind. He and his son were lawyers.
Abernathy could think of no friends or relatives to
whom his wife might have gone. Apart from old
Ramona, Beanie was the last of the Dingleys. Her
friends, her life, were all there at home. But,
indisputably, she was gone, and it was not in her nature
to joke or to lie. The senior partner said he would leave
immediately and should be back by 3:00 that afternoon.
His business in Boston had been to protect Beanie's
interests—her factory that made periscopes and
telescopes and microscopes, yet seemed to make less
money each year.
In the letter Arthur had read, Beanie had given her
husband that factory. With all her heart, she'd said. He
knew she didn't think he would want it as a recompense
for losing her. He knew she hadn't thought at all, if, in
fact, she had left him.
What Winslow thought as he continued to drink his
coffee and noticed that his window was gullied with the