Anna came back into the sitting-room with a little sigh of relief. I loitered in the shop as you chatted with the butcher’s girl. It numbered nine, and four of these were women students. A. Unless it was a jewel or locket of some kind. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. It was then, I am sure, empty. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. You were content, and I came to thrive on your happiness.
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