![]() ![]() Then, 'Would you care,' I asked quietly, 'if I went?' 'Some joker is sure to shout "Hurrah" at that point, you know.' I still held her to the bed, and Cyril still cried but now, by some miracle, his cries began to die - and Florence, in her turn, grew slack in my arms, and turned her head against me.I felt suffocated, all at once, by my own story, and by the meanings she was teasing from it.I said, 'What is it you do exactly, Mrs Fryer? Some of these look very fine.'.I did so, and Maria cried again, 'What a find!'.I never thought to ask what happened to the beggar in the tale, once the five hundred days came to an end.I was not sure that I had heard her properly.I said - I didn't know what else to say -1 said, 'Am I then so - special?'.What she had said was strange, was shocking - and yet, I guessed, might easily be It was in these spirits that I began to make my way back to.I looked at my plate, and felt myself redden, until Mrs Dendy, still busy with her platter, held a piece of quivering meat my way and coughed: 'a bit of tongue, Miss Astley dear?'.I gazed at Kitty, and my face, I suppose, showed my amazement, for she laughed, and stroked my cheek, then seized my hand and held it.I said it would be long enough and she placed the faded rose upon the bed, and seized my hands and squeezed them hard.I had said too much - but it was that, or say nothing.I looked away, and sighed, and said quite guilelessly: 'Oh, I do wish that I might see Miss Butler again!'. ![]()
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