All that I regret are the wasted years, and I am not sure that I regret them. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. Yet her embarrassment was only a passing thing. At last in a street near the Hampstead Road she hit upon a room that had an exceptional quality of space and order, and a tall woman with a kindly face to show it.
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