The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. ” She laughed softly to herself. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans. It had been her home for hundreds of years. “We don’t let to ladies,” they said. Quite soon, after we were married—it was just within a year—I formed a friendship with the wife of a friend, a woman eight years older than myself. Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a beam, overhead.
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