‘Wait, Jacques! I will find the way to open this. Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Time after time he reminded her of how powerless she would be without him, how unkind the world was towards single women. ’ She struggled. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. “That thing’s going on,” she told herself. At the back of the house, on a bank, rose an old-fashioned terrace-garden, full of apple-trees and other fruittrees in blossom, and lively with the delicious verdure of early spring. In the sixth center row sat an unexpected guest, his Classical Greek features stark in the yellow half light.
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