Once more he was the searcher. Guiding this man of hers over the troubled sea of life had engraved these lines. If not, keep up your spirits. . They were wed in Florence, in the grandest cathedral she had ever seen, the Santa Maria del Fiore. Directly in range stood the strange young man, although he was at the far side of the loft. He would get her to come to tea with him, usually in a pleasant tea-room over a fruit-shop in Tottenham Court Road, and he would discuss his own point of view and hint at a thousand devotions were she but to command him. She enjoyed preparing the evening meals, the smells of potatoes roasting in the oven, the stink of onions in the pan, the crackle of chicken frying.
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