On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled "Rosa Solis. Suddenly a half stifled exclamation broke from Anna’s lips. “Oh, John, please!” “You are already leaving me. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very offensive to be told, that he's like him. ’ *** Martha sniffed dolefully, scrubbing at her reddened eyes with a large square of damp linen.
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