When I think of it—” “But these are things I want to tell you now!” “I made a little song of it. The thought of you, wandering from pillar to post, believing yourself hunted—it tore my old heart to pieces! For I knew you. “Why did you do it?” her aunt urged. Single pearls— Lord knows where they come from!—are always turning up, some of them of fine lustre; but I never set eyes on them.
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