At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. She had worn a long skirt that morning, and a roomier sweater that was slightly easier to handle than Shari’s low cut numbers. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. " "So am I. ” He referred to a sheet of paper by his side. ‘And you know, my dear, I do think you must make up your mind to beard this wretched grandfather of yours. . This intelligence, which she instantly communicated to the carpenter, drove him almost frantic. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Reconnoitring them through a small grated loophole, he refused to open the door till they had explained their business.
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