Smith had never seen anything like it. He gently took the roses from her and laid them on the pillow. As the movie reached its predictable apex, she clutched his right knee in a careful imitation of fear. Her fanciful imagination no longer drew pictures of the aunt in the doorway of a wooden house, her arms extended in welcome. She had even confided to him how lonely it was in the island. Mr. "I can't help thinking of it, Sir," answered the widow.
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