\" That again. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. “That sounds so uncouth,” she murmured. Now I am sorry to cross you in anything you have set your heart upon, but I regret to say—” “H’m,” he reflected, and crossed out the last four words. We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. Her hair got loose, her hat came over one eye, and she had no arm free to replace it.
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