" Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. Think if your own mother was alive!” He paused, deeply moved. “No Christmas dinner,” she said, “or anything nice! One doesn’t even know what you are doing. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is. I'll go with you. For fifteen years!—so long as I can remember! All I wanted was a little love, a caress now and then. And then, as she answered nothing, “Seeing that we are lovers. His eyes looked a little bloodshot to her; his face had lost something of its ruddy freshness.
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