The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. What our dear mother would say back home I dread to think. “Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. Don’t leave me.
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