She had a great many . Most of them had been given to her as prizes when she was a girl at school , and some of them had been given to her by my father . Do you know the story of my father and mother ? '' Eric nodded . `` Yes , Mrs. Williamson told me all about it . She was a friend of your mother . '' `` I am glad you have heard it . It is so sad that I would not like to tell it , but you will understand everything better because you know . I never heard it until just before mother died . Then she told me all . I think she had thought father was to blame for the trouble ; but before she died she told me she believed that she had been unjust to him and that he had not known . She said that when people were dying they saw things more clearly and she saw she had made a mistake about father . She said she had many more things she wanted to tell me , but she did not have time to tell them because she died that night . It was a long while before I had the heart to read her books . But when I did I thought them so beautiful . They were poetry and it was like music put into words . '' `` I will bring you some books to read , if you would like them , '' said Eric . Her great blue eyes gleamed with interest and delight . `` Oh , thank you , I would like it very much . I have read mine over so often that I know them nearly all by heart .
One can not get tired of really beautiful things , but sometimes I feel XXXXX I would like some new books . ''
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