Their talk drifted to the beauty of music, and they took that up again at tea-time. These sham ideals and advanced notions. The room seemed a vacuum. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. She could still feel his psychic presence all around her, and she knew he was thinking of her. Everything.
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