"Well, I'm not far from the mark. She could almost smell her mother’s attar of white roses and lemon verbena with the memory of the story. “Good-looking rascal she met at Worthing. I have been dreaming of your body and you night after night. ” She found herself trying to remember all the old tunes her mother had taught her, as they were bright as little stars. " So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate. Why, honestly enouch.
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