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quite at your disposal. “Come with me. “I cannot but conclude,” he said, “that your errand involved the recital to my
wife of some trouble in which you find yourself. It struck his forehead,
splitting it, and brought him to his knees. ‘You have said you do not wish to marry me,’ she accused. He won’t be in
uniform. In his muscular pudgy hand
was a photograph, frayed at the corners, soiled from the contact of many hands:
the portrait of a youth of eighteen. I warned
her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of
everyone in the Palazzo, including you. ”
“Don’t imperil my reputation before I am established,” she answered, smiling. In Old Palace Yard everybody ran. But that other world, in spite of her resolute exclusion of it, was always
looking round corners and peeping through chinks and crannies, and rustling and
raiding into the order in which she chose to live, shining out of pictures at her,
echoing in lyrics and music; it invaded her dreams, it wrote up broken and
enigmatical sentences upon the passage walls of her mind. She found it
rather funny that he always wore the shirt fastidiously
tucked in and never wore the ensemble without a stiff
brown leather belt. The thought made her exquisitely happy. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just
suggested it. As a dog eats grass.
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