You are much more like what I was then. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned. The glass in the windows was broken—the roof unthatched—the walls dilapidated. If I had never met anything of you at all but a scrap of your skin binding a book, Ann Veronica, I know I would have kept that somewhere near to me.
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