She would come back and write letters, carefully planned and written letters, or read some book she had fetched from Mudie’s—she had invested a half-guinea with Mudie’s—or sit over her fire and think. From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. It was as if he could smell it on her. She told me the tale the other night, and I've only elaborated it.
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