If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. "Poor Mrs. Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. She seemed to think he was merely the paymaster, handing over the means of her freedom. Now I shall never hear it but what this evening will come pouring back over me.
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