I hear the sound of his horse's feet in the yard. Anna watched her from the windows, watched the carriage jolt away along the cobbled street and disappear. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. You do not need my compliments. Vorsack looked pale and pink. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. "I'm only a benighted fool; and having said that, I have said everything.
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