Fearful that she had given herself away, she sank back down onto her stool. She had begun to care about her appearance again, looking into the glass he gave her, a thing nearly priceless that was bordered in intricate golden filigree and rubies. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time I lived among men. “Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. An old woman took her in.
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