“I cannot keep silence any longer. ’ ‘You, perhaps?’ she flung at him furiously, stepping out from behind the desk. And I have made such arrangements that at my decease tardy justice will be done my injured nephew. She took up one of her father’s novels and put it down again, fretted up to her own room for some work, sat on her bed and meditated upon the room that she was now really abandoning forever, and returned at length with a stocking to darn. “I don’t think our engagement can go on,” she plunged, and felt exactly that loss of breath that comes with a dive into icy water. Afterwards we started for a motor ride to a place outside Paris for déjeuner, and I suppose the man’s nerve failed him. Perhaps these few words were the first real conscious words he had uttered in days.
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