April 13, 1898
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As I delved into his early journal entries, it seemed that I also began to recall fragments of my own memories from when I was his age. I couldn't quite recall exactly, but it felt like we had gone through similar experiences during my youth.
Just then, Mr. Robinson arrived, carrying a pot of tea for all of us.
"Mr. Robinson, do you happen to remember anything from my childhood?" I inquired earnestly.
"I'm afraid not, Madame Ancino. I've only been in your service for the past five years," he replied as he poured the tea into a cup.
"Ah," I responded, feeling somewhat disappointed by his answer. From my seated position, I glanced over at Emmett.
"And you, Emmett, do you know anything?"
"Er, not much, really," Emmett replied with a hint of hesitation.
"What can I expect from you then?" I replied to him, slightly disappointed but with a hint of humor.
I shrugged, and he took a sip of his tea.Continuing to flip through the journal, I noticed some letters tucked inside and several torn pages.
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