[Ophelia takes half a breath to force her features toward a tight little smile. It doesn't quite reach her eyes, which she can't keep from scanning over the table very long.]
A box. Quite a small one, I'm afraid. About--
[Her hands flutter fretfully, describing the shape of a small vessel just large enough to contain a collection of letters.]
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A box. Quite a small one, I'm afraid. About--
[Her hands flutter fretfully, describing the shape of a small vessel just large enough to contain a collection of letters.]