A white house that she often found charming loomed gray and ashen, its gardens shorn for the coming winter. I was in the front row, and I fancied she smiled at me. "You do love me?" "God knows how much!" Suddenly he laid his head on her shoulder. “I think, aunt,” she said, “you might trust to my self-respect to keep me out of that. She had asked to borrow his pencil out of dire necessity.
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