’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. He wrote poems to her beauty that he recited from a seemingly infinite memory. The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. Winifred Wood was now in her twentieth year. ” John looked at her sympathetically.
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