; all time sayed t trays of food er i and grilled veal; se it as sion of courtly and elegant Frencales about s    bund found    t, took    s velvet mout geug. So trot before o tudy in ained and to , seated beside tray of coffee at    pour.

        t seemed to issue from a cave full of ec rumbling groer el-coloured idleness,    seemed an instrument created to inspire terror t t ans bring? Fasated, almost aed, as if    of t great beast of t Mark. Small talk turo dust in alk    t of times, beeys forte, and stle practice at it.

        But antly, as if    of a single pearl, asked after o be so poor. o master    of a ure, and so, srived to master o suc t soon stering ao tle cupid in t clo telpiece struck its miniature tambourine, soniso discover it did so times.

        "So late! You    to sleep," he said.

        At t, t, as if trange panions    to find toget room in ters nig to rise,     and buried ayed stock-still, transfixed; s    breatiff bristles of ongue and tood: all he is doing is kissing my hands.

        able eyes, in     anot on all fours.

        day, all day, till settled ecs rumbling roar: er gone a-ing? Beauty asked t t bad-temperedly, as if to say, t s have answered, even if she could have.

        Beauty e reading or, pertle embroidery; a box of coloured silks and a frame    tle raking and rearranging. An idle, restful time; a ment of t brigty plaveloped , against all ations, s test appre ly intervie. All tural laenderly ed on alk ient cure of ts borroars and tances of ransformations of t still rangeness made o kiss     nervously into    ouch.

        telepher. Suews!

        t sunk    o o me? It will be lonely    you.

        S to tears t    o drop a kiss upon , tretc oou , yes, ser is over. taxi came and took her away.

        You are    ts in London, s t ime to settle; and e friends la. A resple el; tres; a    on o parties, to receptions, to restaurants, and life was as s, for her.

        Alt y and talked of en, no timeless spell of    seemed to possess t and finite quality of dream and t rous, so benign, some kind of spirit of good fortune    e roses iurn for t t, s freedom, as if s escaped from an unkno intact. Yet, ion, a desolatiiness. But ing for    tel; tion to buy reat as any girl might be.

        Siell    er    gone.

        Returning late from supper after tre, sook off    of ty. S isfa. S to be a spoiled c pearly skin of , a little, s. A certain ino transform tures of ty, and ness and y could sometimes turn a mite petulant    quite as sed to go. You could not     s tle too often, t smiled back    quite tained in ts agate eyes. ead of beauty, a lacquer of tti cerises certain pampered, exquisite, expes.

        t    knoo cry.

        t, scrabbling sound, as of cla her door.

        rance before t once, sly. Spring    it ted spale barks and gruff murmurings, of whimpering and relief.

        Yet ed    y and snarled, s    been a dog, sears.

        After t first, rapturous greeting, s    for Beauty to order er; sugged. tugged and whimpered again.

        te train t ake o tation y scribbled a note for    round y kion master roused a sleepy driver for    as you .

        It seemed December still possessed s of tle and ts on t bloom. And not one ligopmost attic, test smear of radian a pa of a ligin.

        t a little, in ed. But noion fed Beautys urgend, as t door, s of sce, hickly muffled in black crepe.

        t open silently, as before, but ime, on to perfect darkness. Beauty clicked te ligapers in t to replace ter s, everyion, of despair in ts glamour ained by a crid noo pull ted to try his luck elsewhere.

        Beauty found a dle to ligaircase, past tudy, past e, tion up a little back staircase dedicated to mid spiders, stumbling, ripping te.

        a modest bedroom! An attic,     aff. A nig on telpieo curtains at t on tead on c, s    and ick-backed to tand but they were all dead.

        ty covers, softly keening.

        "O," said Beauty. "I ;

        siced before t e eyes    because s ed there?

        "Im dying, Beauty," ;Since you left me, I    go ing, I found I    tomaco kill tle beasts, I could . I am sid I must die; but I so say goodbye to me."

        S tead groaned, and covered h her kisses.

        "Dont die, Beast! If youll ;

        ouc-o t s oentatively, at last began to stretcears fell on    transformation, t, ta    mane e, a broken nose, sucired boxers, t gave ant, o t of all ts.

        "Do you kno; said Mr Lyon, "I t be able to manage a little breakfast today, Beauty, if you    somet;

        Mr and Mrs Lyon    of falleals.
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