. ‘She wants me to marry her. “No thanks. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. Mr. 32 The curtains and tapestries had appeared over the windows before Marina had died, growing moldy from the dampness and the oils of lavender, clove, and clary sage soaking them. It was an unspoken curfew in the Beck house on week nights. This discovery made, I hastened back to London to offer you my hand, but found you had married in the mean time a smock-faced, smooth-tongued carpenter named Sheppard. Men have seen to that.
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