I keep on thinking of you. One day her mother swept into the bedroom of the family townhouse, sweeping across the floor with a bundle in her arms. ‘I suppose I need not ask to which other soldier you refer. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac, and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. One of the reasons why I decline to talk is this: that boy's punishment will be enough.
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