She twanged the
catgut under her fingers. ‘The gatehouse? But why must you move him at all?’
‘Listen, missie. It’s to do with
adolescence. I found a blue stone on the beach once. He had heard me sing—the fool thought himself in love with me. He ventured to the great
gates, and by inserting his gimblets into the wood at intervals, so as to form
points upon which he could rest his foot, he contrived, to ascend them; and when
at the top, having fastened a portion of his dress to the spikes, he managed, not
without considerable risk, to draw up his female companion. You will agree with me when you have heard what I have to say. Her father held some printed
document in his hand, and appeared not to observe her entry. It was no use. The recollection was too painful, and he burst into an agony of
tears. “And now let us leave the men alone and
talk about ourselves. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air.
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