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        itional to Miss inter’s story. as it Emmeli alarming figure in tampered    aory reveal itself. Meanense. ance broke my , every sigion of fear and longing.

        I got to ter—m or afternoon or evening, I don’t knoood by to . My pale sister pressed o mirapped me io break the glass, and I could join her.

        ‘ever are you looking at?“ came Miss inter’s voice behind me.

        Slourned.

        ‘Sit do anoto eat.“ I sat down.

        Judit cocoa and toast. Miss inter tinued ory    cocoa.

        ‘I’ll    w could    a boy.

        I got    of t o fetg, s tea and drank a potful. I t s and I t time I    tears e retreated from my eyes. It ime for a.

        By time turned or, I    I eps approaed to meet them.

        ‘Emmeline, poor cor exclaimed as stretcic gesture, as to embrace me.

        I took a step back, and ed. “Emmeline?” In ainty flared. Adeli    possible. It could not be. tammered. But still    know.

        I did not    of ead I cried.

        Not real tears. My real tears—and I y of tored up. Sometime, tonigomorroime soon, I did ly knoo cry as a little girl obacd t, ugly tears t came— my eyes o see out of.

        But te tears, and not for tears I gratified o set off my gree off emeralds. And it ized t    notice the eyes spying on him.

        ‘I’m afraid the body.

        It o hear John’s real name.

        ‘    trade y catch fail?“

        I could look at t emotion, almost. “Mig t doer him?”

        ‘No one saw him fall?“

        ‘Our rooms are at table garden.“ tood slig from us, looking ahe body.

        ‘o remember.“

        ‘e alone.“

        ‘I see. And    me?“

        I    Joold t our situation. I o play it by ear.

        ito my voice, I told tor t my uncle had gone away.

        ‘Aor frowned.

        t reaoto surprise ood looking at    so as not to look at time to to say, “My uncle    be back for a few days.”

        ‘how many days?“

        ‘O exactly    atle pretense of ting back to rest on t my knees quiver.

        tor and to my side, taking an elbow each.

        ‘All riger, my dear, later.“

        I permitted to lead me around to door.

        ‘I don’t knoly o do!“ I said as he er.

        ‘About ly?“

        ‘the funeral.“

        ‘You don’t o do anytakers, and take care of t.“

        ‘But    the money?“

        ‘Your ule t wurns. he way?

        ‘But w if he should be delayed?“

        ‘You t likely he will be delayed?“

        ‘able man.“

        ‘Indeed.“ tcuided me in and pulled out a co it.

        ‘tor    out anyt needs doing, if it es to it. Now, wer? Does s’s happened?“

        I didn’t bat an eyelid. “She is sleeping.”

        ‘Just as    her sleep, perhaps, eh?“

        I nodded.

        ‘Now, wer you when?“

        ‘Look after us?“

        ‘You    ay    after t    place so soon after losing your    finding a replat. Someone must e.“

        ‘Is it really necessary?“ I ears and green eyes; Emmelio be womanly.

        ‘ell, surely you—“

        ‘It’s just t t time someone came to take care of us— You do remember overness, don’t you?“ And I flas. o blus emeralds and diamonds again.

        t. “My grandmot to stay like, but s for a bit.”

        Dr. Maudsley, discerted, sidered. It , and .

        ‘ell, Ambrose, I t . In t term, at least. And no doubt your uncle will be ba a very few days, in wo, o—“

        ‘Indeed.“ I rose smooto takers, I    my hank you for ing so quickly.“

        t iirely. o    at my prompt, and I felt toucy.

        Once again ook t. “I’m sorry about Mr. Digeruly I am, Miss March.”

        ‘tor.“ And I ears.

        Dr. Maudsley    t and closed the door behind him.

        Nohe boy himself.

        I ed for tor to get aed to go t. “By t sress of to e in.”

        hem.

        ‘Just as    got a grandmother.“

        ***‘I’ll    o drive a car, though.

        t day o tor in Banbury, I beside er a quarter of an ing uionist, o Mr. Lomax’s office.    Emmeline and    me and o ask wwo are.”

        ‘e’re in somet, and ardener    . A tragic act, sile s…“

        o Emmeline and back again.

        ‘Please excuse my sister. S quite o leave room for anytelligence.

        ‘Yes,“ said Mr. Lomax, and ie. ”I o t effect.“

        Responding to    you? t alerribly easy t transparent stare. ”In fact, it’s a real treat to talk to someone sensible for a ge!“

        ur quite righer one.

        ‘tirely mutual, Miss, er, five me, but her’s name again?“

        ‘ter is Mareet    all en t it ter to ge our names formally.

        ‘ be done. ? Simple matter, really.“

        ‘But t’s for anotoday’s business…“

        ‘Of course.    your mind at rest about t kno?“

        ‘It may be quite some time,“ I said, ly a lie.

        ‘It doesn’t matter. Eitime to settle t, ttle it on    t when he es home.“

        I turned my fato ture of relief ill o take tions about er like mine, sune of mislaying uation to me, and I saeps I ake and o take t t any of to you, in your position!” e run aing take back ters of    days.”

        ‘God    him.

        e    tial thing.

        ‘Ially, I don’t suppose    an address?“

        ‘You know my uncle!“

        ‘I t as mucely whough?“

        I liked Mr. Lomax, but it didn’t stop me lying to o. Lying ure to a girl like me.

        ‘Yes… t is, no.“

        knoo all ties    eed for me.

        ‘ell, I    tell you where he said he was going.“

        Mr. Lomax looked at me, eyebrows raised.

        ‘o Peru.“

        Mr. Lomax’s rounded eyes bulged, and h dropped open.

        ‘But of course, ’s ridiculous, don’t we?“ I finis possibly be in Peru,    he?“

        And    reassured, most pluckily capable smile, I closed to worry on my behalf.

        till I    o cry. Every day t t ting to k cold, as tainted er’s crime. “Mrs. Proctor, told ing it.”

        t all I suspected t tor boy e catc it.

        Jo to cry, eit    place. For I o Emmeline—ould so attend cly? God’s love o all ures—I listeo Mr. Lomax and Dr. Maudsley,    of ears behind my back.

        ‘A petent girl,“ tor said to tor. ”I don’t te realizes ty of tuation; you realize no one knorain to sort out t paying for t to go he wise head on her shoulders.“

        ‘Yes,“ said tor weakly.

        ‘I    kno t quite rig no t’s plain as day t it’s only ted. A mercy. Of course, you’ll    or.“

        tor murmured somet hear.

        ‘’s t?“ tor asked. ”Mist, did you say?“

        tor asked anotion. “ he one who is sensible?”

        I turned just enougo be able to see t of tor    me    in    lift a spoon to    alone give instrus for a funeral and ask intelligent questions of a solicitor. I uood t.

        o Emmeline, from Emmelio me.

        ‘I t’s Adeline.“ I saumbling do .

        Catco ture of to to to be of servie. t’s or took it for. tor may aken it ratly.

        Later. Many er.

        t last I could cry.

        Except t I couldn’t. My tears, kept in too long, had fossilized.

        to stay in forever now.
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