One has to be so careful. There was once a philanthropist who dressed with shameful shabbiness and
carried pearls in his pocket. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and
a cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its due
complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a couple of
lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of vinegar, and shaded
by a forest of fennel. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of
the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of
dining with me. “Of course he may merely have been telling her who we were, but I
think it improbable. Ennison?”
“He spoke to me, thinking that I was you,” Anna answered. The one I have is a duplicate. I've sent for the priest. "What is your name?"
"Ruth. ” Her words were slurred
with sleep.
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