I haven’t, anyhow. “We have no airs and graces here, and my hat hangs from a peg in the passage. "But never mind who, or what I am. I sit back now, letting life slip by and musing upon it; and I find my loneliness sweet. Her hair was held back in a filigreed barrette.
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