The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. ‘I knew I should find you still here. ” “It came,” he said. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him. .
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