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There are no dark curls on my neck now—the curls you once loved so to twist round your fingers.

[Quickly.] True! I can see now, Ella, you have done your hair differently.

[With a sad smile.] Precisely; it is the way I do my hair that makes the difference.

[Changing the subject.] I had no idea that you were in this part of the world.

I have only just arrived.

Why have you come all this way now, in winter?

That you shall hear.

Is it me you have come to see?

You among others. But if I am to tell you my errand, I must begin far back.