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DEVAR . She went to the hotel bureau , but a sympathetic landlady shook her head . `` The post-office is closed . No telegrams can be dispatched until eight o'clock on Monday , '' she said . `` But there is the telephone -- '' `` It is matterless , '' said Mrs. Devar , crushing the written forms in her fingers as though she had reason to believe they might sting her . She resolved to let events drift now . They had passed beyond her control .