She thought of her aunt and that purse that was dropped on the table, and of many troublesome and ill-requited kindnesses; she thought of the help of the Widgetts, of Teddy’s admiration; she thought, with a new-born charity, of her father, of Manning’s conscientious unselfishness, of Miss Miniver’s devotion. From the sounds of it, he was better off dead. He was a fool. ‘I know that, miss. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. Now, more than ever, it was time to start running. And you know all about that shot. “It was poison—why not?” she answered. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel. ‘Who have lately joined us,’ she said, adding sotto voce, ‘A very great tragedy. “We are both of us trenching upon forbidden ground,” she said. It was decrepit and too large. “I was glad you did not send it back again,” he said. She wrote it down.
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