For it was not a good thing to like one man too much when one was going to marry another. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. So proas loaded with nuts were always landing on the beach. Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of desolation and misery. For a few days he was able to relegate his conscience to the background. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. Wood did think of it, and groaned aloud.
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