“It’s the warming up of the year, the coming of the light mornings, the way in which everything begins to run about and begin new things. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. At this point a carriage with servants in sumptuous liveries was stationed. She found herself trying on the baubles he brought home, placing the silver rings upon her slim fingers, knowing that he would take up her hand and kiss it. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. No—you shall come with me to Waterloo.
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