A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. But she could not live in constant association with him without having these gaps filled. There was a gentle rustling of skirts.
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