” She changed the subject abruptly. I thought—the papers said——” “You thought that I was dead,” he interrupted. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. She loved to walk through the gardens, graced with columns that loomed overhead. " 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. She thought of how tired she was, how exhausted, how hungry.
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