I heard John was talking about you again from Jenny McIntyre. On the next morning—Sunday—the day on which he expected his mother's funeral to take place, he set out along the Harrow Road. For a few days she was fascinated by the place, exploring the moldy rooms, the weird treasures hiding in forgotten trousseaus. I am used, you understand, to guard my secret.
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