And for me there is only one treasure-house. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. He was still thickly clad in jeans. ’ The snaking suspicion rolled through his mind again. Wood, who were, furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal tête-à-tête of their own. He swore when I tried to get it out with the ladle, and told me what it said. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often.
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