It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. Forgive me if a certain warmth creeps into my words! The Park is green and gray to-day, but I am glowing pink and gold. The road which wound by Westbourne Green, gave him a full view of the hill of Hampstead with its church, its crest of houses, and its villas peeping from out the trees. ‘How do you like England?’ ‘People have been very kind,’ Valade said, answering for them both. He had been frozen in time at age forty-two. Only first you must find the lantern and light it again and leave it here, near the door, for me to find. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible.
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