” He said. ” “I have a clue, at any rate,” he remarked, smiling. His arm entered the round window of the white haze of her vision, his wrist spouting blood in currents, dripping on the stone floor. “It’s—it’s a difficult question. Fate! You are so frank so splendid! “I’m taking this calmly now,” he said, almost as if he apologized, “because I’m a little stunned. The spinsters were not kind; they were only curious because she was odd and wore a dress thirty years out of date. I begin to understand Jane Austen and chintz covers and decency and refinement and all the rest of it. And mind, your life,—more than your life—hangs upon your choice.
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