o begin my researc at ed by t of boredom or ay or fear o to flick tes and annotations. Bet lives ally ral lines. It , and ell you o tell you o ter t at nig all.    , t moved me so in tations of t t t nohey were dead.

        Reading t a stirring in me. In me, but not of me. Reading ts, t of me t her side woke and caressed me.

        I never explaio anyone    my fatook note of my preference, and    au, o get t    all trious dead oing back many geions, erlife tranquilly on th me for pany.

        It , t I turer’s grandfat a baro, nor a minister, nor a bis still, ocratic ins—title, but a feions earlier t in title y anoty side. teo folloitles, but still, tion    ary, so e of birt Angelfield o Matrag er years, I found an ame a decade later: one son, Cer, Isabelle. After a little more page-turning, I found firmation of Gee Angelfield’s death and, by looking her up under March, Roland, Isabelle’s marriage.

        For a moment it amused me to t I o Yorkso er’s story,     tarted t did it prove, trail? Only t suced. to say t Miss inter    found ted could look t s    of names and dates and embroidered a story around to eain herself?

        Alongside trail for Isabelle came to an end. trees, blood mixed by marriage passed from one geion to t, making an ever- of es. titles, on to one man, and it    to . Ole line o fall ion. t . And, t    said, till mig string edies o occur. But after a certain number of bra of to tion of so restore to promis limits. So it    a lord)    ; so t o of ordinary people, oo insignifit to be erity.

        Cretcself— just—to include ing its sion .    Angelfield.    married.    dead. As far as tion .

        I took out one volume after anote I t, t. But eacill Cill of Angelfield, still unmarried. I t again about er old me about Cer, and bit my lip t w his long bachelorhood signified.

        And te forties, I found a surprise. e of birtrange abbreviation—Ldd—t I iced before.

        I turo table of abbreviations.

        Ldd: legal decree of decease.

        turning back to Cry, I stared at it for a long time, froermark of tself tion of tery.

        In to be dead. As far as I uood, a legal decree of decease ain time ance, o assume t    a person o be lost    trace for seven years before     any time in t period.    not even be dead at all, but only gone, lost or    didn’t necessarily mean dead in person.    kind of life , I    could end in tisfactory way? Ldd.

        I closed t it ba its position on t doo to make cocoa.

        ‘ do you kno to take to o my fatood over tove.

        ‘No more the answer.

        tomer cards. “to ask. Retired professor of la    you e? You migs me to    Justitiae Naturalis Principia for    time.”

        back to to find out    Roland Mard o t ory se to follo raits,    of fasimer’s Englisraiture taiion of an early portrait by Leitled Roland, . It is an odd to look into t quite yet a man, in searcures of an old es I studied ures,    of his head.

        ting my time. ere I to look all day and all nig find a trace of twins o hered.
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