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THE STORY CONTINUED BY MARIAN HALCOMBE-3
As she spoke she went to a side-table near the window, on which her sketching materials were placed, gathered them together carefully, and put them in a drawer of her cabinet. She locked the drawer and brought the key to me. "I must part from everything that reminds me of him," she said. "Keep the key wherever you please—I shall never want it again." Before I could say a word she had turned away to her book-case, and had taken from it the album that contained Walter Hartright's drawings. She hesitated for a moment, holding the little volume fondly in her hands—then lifted it to her lips and kissed it. "Oh, Laura! Laura!" I said, not angrily, not reprovingly—with nothing but sorrow in my voice, and nothing but sorrow in my heart. "It is the last time, Marian," she pleaded. "I am bidding
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