The floor was strewn with screws, nails, fragments of wood and stone, and across the passage lay the heavy iron fillet. " "Silly love stories?" "No; love wasn't the theme. I can’t tell anyone certain things about my life. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. “Who took care of you after she died?” “My father.
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