It was over these few worthless papers that she brooded and brooded. She lived in her past life-every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it… - William Makepeace Thackeray

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It was over these few worthless papers that she brooded and brooded. She lived in her past life-every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how-these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world. And the business of her life, was-to watch the corpse of Love.