"What is it you want of me?"
"All you know about this young fellow Spurlock. To witness this girl sewing on a loose button, flopping the coat about on her
knees, tickled his ironic sense of humour; and laughter bubbled into his throat. The last that is known of Monsieur Charvill is
when he departed the Valade estate. Seemed like he
knew so much—more than me, miss. With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to
Alderley. They were in different key, they
had a different timbre. He has a grand time. Perhaps that other boy who visited you backstage at the
concert. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. ‘You are not the only one to seek them out,’ he said. I have
suffered—I have sinned—I have repented. Something seemed
to dredge up from the recesses of her memory and she brightened. "
"Anything, my dear," replied Wood, "What is it?"
"Bury us together in one grave in Willesden churchyard.
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