’
‘A French ghost?’
‘Well, it ain’t a rat this time, Major, I can promise you that,’ Pottiswick had
rejoined, his tone affronted. “Non. ’
The lady frowned suspiciously. “He was no help to the police, just babbled on about
how he was going to marry your Mom and how he was in
love with her, that they he had lost his true love, Michelle
insisted on repeating that to me, ‘He lost his true love. But
if you mean to take me to this Gérard, I shall know what to say to him. The sun lingered,
finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at
the edge of the park. "
So Ruth heard about the poets; she became tolerably familiar with the exploits of
that engaging ruffian Cellini; she heard of the pathetic deafness of Beethoven;
she was thrilled, saddened, exhilarated; and on the evening of the twelfth day she
made bold to enter the talk.
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