Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. I must apologize, I suppose, for speaking to you, but your appearance certainly indicated that you were in some sort of trouble, and you were becoming—pardon me—an object of comment to the passers-by. Immeasurable disgust possessed her. “Now listen. You have been burning paper, I see. He did like her, anyhow; he was always pleased to be with her. He had hurt her. The musician.
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