But how familiar the place seems again! What's that I saw on the beaufet in the other room?
It never used to be there.

A sort of withered corpse of a cake--not an old bride-cake surely ?' 'Yes, John, ours.

'Tis the very one that was made for our wedding three years ago.' 'Sakes alive! Why, time shuts up together, and all between then and now seems not to have been! What became of that wedding-gown that they were making in this room, I remember--a bluish, whitish, frothy thing ?' 'I have that too.' 'Really!.

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