`` You are very kind , '' whispered the other . `` I do n't know you , but you look like a woman I used to know when I was a girl . She was a Mrs. Bennett , and she had a daughter , Anna . Do you know what became of her ? I forget . I forget everything now . '' `` My name is March , '' said Mrs. March briefly , ignoring the question . `` I do n't suppose you ever heard it before . '' She wrapped her own warm shawl about the other woman 's thin shoulders . Then she hastened to the kitchen and soon returned , carrying a tray of food and a steaming hot drink . She wheeled a small table up to her visitor 's side and said , very kindly , `` Now , take a bite , my dear , and this raspberry vinegar will warm you right up . It is a dreadful day for you to be out . Why on earth did n't Joel Kent drive you over ? '' `` They did n't know I was coming , '' whispered Mrs. Baxter anxiously . `` I -- I ran away . Sarah would n't have let me come if she had known . But I wanted to come so much . It is so nice to be home again . '' Mrs. March watched her guest as she ate and drank . It was plain enough that her mind , or rather her memory , was affected .
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