"For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm. Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the marks of many a conflict. She held out the foil. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. ” She looked down at the flowers, still in shock, and gently laid them over her arm like a Miss America candidate practicing a crowning ceremony at a pajama party.
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