“I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. He had his sections of the Siegfried map folded in his pocket, and he squatted up with his legs crossed like an Indian idol while she lay prone beside him and followed every movement of his indicatory finger. She fell into another depression, refusing to touch Sebastian or call him husband when he demanded it. I want to make my own selection. Not if I read her aright. I did what I could to comfort her but she died in terrible pain.
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