Nobody who cared. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. Very slowly, very fearfully, she turned her head. This purse," he added, chinking it in the air, "and this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady, who made a false step on leaving your house. I'm entirely at your service. She could now see to read; so she stirred the manuscript about until she came upon the first page. She looked at him mournfully. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
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