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It was bare of any furnishings. You are—or rather you were——” he corrected
himself with an unpleasant little laugh, “Miss Pellissier, eh?”
A little sensation followed upon his words. Distress, deep-rooted, and age old. There’s
no logic in these things. A
stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and
descended in a shower of bricks and stones. "All the wonderful
things it is going to do! If I could only know for certain that my mother knew
how happy I'm going to be!"
"You love the memory of your mother?"
"It is a part of my blood … my beautiful mother!"
He saw Enschede, putting out to sea, alone, memories and regrets crowding
upon his wake.
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