“That you’re tired of Roses.”
“Never!” I said.
And that is how it happens that I have left my old home for ever and am finishing this story in a house overlooking the sea.
But I hear Rose calling.
“Dombeen,” she says, “there’s a telegram from Rose saying she’s coming by the 5.5, and she can stay a week.”
“Splendid!” I reply.
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