" "Those terms were a third of my estate," observed Trenchard bitterly. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. The assemblage which was gathered together was almost countless. She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old part of town. “If I were to marry now,” she said, “it would be with a sense of humiliation. How will I get an Englishman to wed me if they know that I behave not at all comme il faut?’ ‘Perhaps the Englishman in question will not care,’ suggested Prudence, with a twinkle in her eye for which Melusine was quite unable to account. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. “What a hypocrite you are. The man’s statement was explicit, and spoken with confidence. Might we ask you if you have ever seen him, if you knew him at all before this evening?” She stood up suddenly, and turning her back to them, looked steadily out of the window.
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