But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner. Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. It’s just to feel—one owns one’s self. She began to miss him when he was gone during the day and cherish the quiet times he spent only with her. " Mrs.
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