‘That’s why I never told Joan Ibstock that you were still with me when I wrote. “What a fool I am!” he muttered, standing up on the hearthrug, and leaning his elbows upon the broad mantelpiece. She stood there limply and did not act to resist him. Lost me place, that’s all. A grimy, battered object, which had no place in the fashionable quarter of town.
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