‘That’s just it. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. . “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. " 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. ‘I am sorry to hear of your misfortunes.
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