be you knohey never are?
But of course, h.
Mr Rico me. Later I to be false—as false as noand in to make me o doubt ures, even teetaller t a foot. , but is long: a curl springs from its place and tumbles across s a o it, repeatedly. for a single finger, stained yelloe we.
Miss Lilly, oained s to brus back. ioned in advance, by Mr rey.
Mr rey is a London bookseller and publisher, and has been
many times to Briar. akes my . Beleman collector, a friend from my uncles youtakes my takes it to drao hen kisses my cheek. Dear child, he says.
I imes surprised by Mr airs. o stand and chem.
sey.
But it is Mr Rivers I cell. But, o be o table, I see ate; t to mine. I inue to c like to be cing. Mr ay and Cly about us, filling our glasses—mine, t crystal cup, cut upon our plates, ts leave: tay urn bet Briar , as lemen lasts one hour and a half.
e are served ; t t ts innards devilled and passed about table. Mr rey takes a dainty kidney, Mr Rivers . I s te he offers.
Im afraid youre not ly, ching my face.
Dont you care for goose, Miss Lilly? asks Mr rey. Nor does my eldest daugearful.
I cears and keep ten to see tears of a girl made into an ink.
An ink? Dont mention it to my daug I must s, is one tc be he living.
tears, for ink? says my uncle, a beat be rubbishis?
Girls tears, says Mr huss.
Quite colourless.
I t. truly, sir, I t. I fancy tely tinged—per.
Perrey, as depending on tion t hem?
Exactly. You it, rey, t tears, for a melanc migoo, ; me and s o h.
No t tempted. Mr Lilly? One ories of course, of hides and bindings
time. Mr Rivers listens but says nottention is all alk. I . I sip my suppers like tedious points in small, tigoo many times. Unexpectedly, I teasing a bead of blood from , and I blink.
So, Rivers, rey tells me ranslating, Frencter into Englisuff, I suppose, if .
Poor stuff indeed, anstempt it. It i