”
He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen,
seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. ‘I have no idea. Not about girls that I date. The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards
and forwards. ‘I am
sorry to hear of your misfortunes. The dog was, in a
sense, a gift of the gods. We shall be equally matched. He led
her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’
access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the
chapel. Something happened
down there, and probably I'll never know what. They went down the great staircase of the building, and, while she sought in
her mind for a beginning, he broke into appreciation of her simple dress and selfcongratulations upon their engagement. \"
\"Not this Saturday, sweetie. She shut the door
behind her. "What good would it do you to destroy me? For I have courage to kill myself.
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