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She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. You used to beg me for hours at a time to give it all up, never to go near the ‘Ambassador’s’ again. ’ ‘For God’s sake, don’t accuse her of murder,’ begged Gerald, retrieving the lady’s hat and handing it to her, ‘or she’ll be challenging me to a duel again. ” She looked at him, pleading, miserable in her fancy gown. She found the silence comforting, as old people often do. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously. ’ The lady’s face came round, a puzzled frown on her brow. The houses were older, the shops gloomier, and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the street-like air was the same. I don’t classify. “You are in a private room of St. Goopes when at home dressed simply in a pajama-shaped suit of canvas sacking tied with brown ribbons, while his wife wore a purple djibbah with a richly embroidered yoke. One of her duties, after she had been taught to read, had been to read aloud after breakfast and before going to bed.
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