But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. We can’t be lovers in the ordinary sense, but we can be great and intimate friends. She heard her husband’s heavy tread descending the stairs, and the wheels of his carriage as he drove off. ” “I am Mrs.
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