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“But we only aid the beccamorti by giving them our business! I refuse to pay exorbitant prices for wood coffins and burial for lesser servants who could just as easily be dragged into the pit! Let the dead bury the dead!” “You fool! It is the gross lack of sanitation you speak of that has brought us to this very end. But for a long time, anyhow, we lovers have to be as if we were no more than friends. And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. There are times when you make me feel a little thing at your feet—a young, silly, protected thing. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off when I got down stairs. Let’s go up to my room. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials. The musician. She felt that with Capes near to her she would be content always to go on loving. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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