Perhaps part of it was the desire to keep something of yours protected. A piece of memory, when the rest of you was no longer present.

[ She had been fortunate enough, at least, that their mutual acquaintance in Mr. Sims had seen fit to extend her the ownership of the shop — and that she had been in a position to accept it with a dominant who had allowed her to maintain primary control as its proprietor. Otherwise, the outcome may have been significantly different.

But there was a sentimentality attached to her aims; she cannot deny that. ] Come with me. Let me host you in my home tonight, rather than force you to spend another evening in that awful public house.