Then a bit of colour flowed into his sunken white cheeks. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled. ’ She spoke with difficulty, holding down the rising emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. Mrs. So kind, so good to me always.
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