The recollection of the forlorn and loveless years—stirred into consciousness by the unexpected confrontation—bent her as the high wind bends the water-reed. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. He would make her rub her lips with waxes and other ointments, precursors of lipsticks. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed.
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