Miss Charvill. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. The girl who had just left the room was as great a mystery to him now as on the afternoon when he had met her in Piccadilly and taken her to tea. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce. And all to find that picture of Mary Remenham.
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