Long ago. She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. Her aunt glanced up startled, and then sat very still, with hands that had ceased to work. I never intended it to be anything but a short story, for I had never completed even the shortest of stories unless forced to in grammar school. ” She laid her fingers for a moment upon his arm. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not.
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