‘Yes, I know. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Wood's house at Dollis Hill on Tuesday'—that's two days ago,—'hasn't been heard of since. The echo of those kindly words seemed still to ring in her ears. Unobserved, she knelt and kissed the threshold: for she knew what kisses were now.
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