Notes - (VERSO)

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Presently she resolutely put Andrew Cameron out of her mind. It was desecration to think of him and Sylvia together. When she laid her weary head on her pillow that night she was so happy that even the thought of the vacant shelf in the room below, where the grape jug had always been, gave her only a momentary pang.

“It’s sweet to sacrifice for one we love – it’s sweet to have someone to sacrifice for,” thought the Old Lady.

Desire grows by what it feeds on. The Old Lady thought she was content, but Friday evening came and found her in a perfect fever to see see Sylvia in her party dress. It was not enough to fancy her in it; nothing would do the Old Lady