"But he can't be far off. Where can we sit down and talk?” He led her across the room towards a window recess, in which a tall, fair young man was seated with an evening paper in his hand. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. . “You’ve grown out of them. We girls, my sister and I, were left quite alone when our father died, and I made up my mind to make some little place in the world for myself. Her hair was the one part of her that did not exude the air of wealth.
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