There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. Old London Bridge. Those were dreams. After an hour of waiting, she slammed her bedroom door and he returned to his basement. There were moments when she thought of turning upon this man and talking to him.
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