Even her memories of he who had frequented her life for the longest period of years were worn and fading. She gave me an impression of a sort of patched quilt; little bits of patterned stuff coming up again and again. ’ ‘No, you are a gentleman,’ she agreed. I'm almost sorry I've sworn to hang you. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart.
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