The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Afterward, one afternoon, he hovered about her, and came and sat beside her and talked of beauty and the riddle of beauty for some time. To her mind, recalling the picture of him the night before, there had been something tragic in the grim silent manner of his tippling. They were so good to me.
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