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“I love your sister. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision. ’ ‘Yes, and leave you to break in on your own. ’ ‘True enough,’ nodded Martha sadly. Almost the last female to bear the name, too,’ muttered the old lady. I shouldn't talk like that. Talk to her of the new story; divert her; for this day her heart has been twisted sorely. A jar of pink roses upon a tiny table seemed to gain an extra delicacy of colour from the sombre curtains behind. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. Her eye wandered quickly over that riotous and disorderly assemblage, until it settled upon one group more riotous and disorderly than the rest, of which her son formed the principal figure.
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