She was in one of her old walking-dresses, her hair was done in an unfamiliar manner, she wore a wedding-ring, and she looked as if she had been crying. You know that I am practically destitute, without means or any certain knowledge of where my next meal is coming from. Something that is born anew each time we meet, and pines when we are separated.
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