He has three days to
live. “I am sorry,” she said, “if you find the likeness unsatisfactory. Lucy blushed from toes to forehead, feeling her pace
accelerate. There were sidetables and a writing table, similarly buried in bric-a-brac,
and the chair by the French doors could hardly be seen for blankets. “The walk has given
me an appetite, and I do not feel like waiting till five o’clock. It is I who took the burden of
your misdeeds upon my shoulders that you might become Lady Ferringhall. They had chosen to
deliberately and wickedly insult a lady who had done her best to entertain them
for many weeks. I see that I am a beast—I beg your pardon, bête—and an imbecile, and
an idiot. There are so many things I want to tell
you, and they stand on such different levels, that the effect is necessarily
confusing and discordant, and I find myself doubting if I am really giving you
the thread of emotion that should run through all this letter.
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