Stanley, produced a portrait from its hiding-place in the jewel-drawer under the mirror. She stumbled through a thorny copse, her slippers sliding on patches of sand that gave way to rock. “Do you know,” she confessed, “I never thought of that?” He looked at her as though doubting even now whether she could possibly be in earnest. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember.
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