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The Palazzo was unlike anything she had ever known. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. "This suspense is worse than torture. Darrell attempted to reply. I said to myself at once, ‘Either this is a coincidence or the caper sauce. Her mother missed writing for a week, and then she wrote in an unusual key. ” A fair-haired young Englishman looked up from the depths of his easy chair. Perhaps that sealed letter was a form of confession, and thus relieved him on that score. Mrs Sindlesham raised her brows. That dress she has on—my mother might have worn it. Miss Mary and me, and Martha too sometimes.
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