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Chapter 71

           Shesaid,"Ihonestlydon’tthinkIcantellyouanymore."Benjiewhisperedsomething.Shelaughedandstoodupinthesunlightandtookhishand."We’rejustgoingtoshowMr.Orfeapicture,thenit’sbacktowork.""It’sUrfe,actually."Sheputherhandtoherface,inshame."Ohdear.ThereIgoagain."Theboyjerkedherotherhand;hetoowasashamedofhersilliness.Weallwalkeduptothehouse,throughadrawingroomintoawidehallandthenintoaroomattheside.Isawalongdiningtable,silvercandlesticks.Onthepanelingbetweentwowindowswasapainting.Benjieranandswitchedonapicturelightaboveit.ItshowedalittleAlice-likegirlwithlonghair,inasailordress,lookingroundadoor,asifshewashidingandcouldseewhoeverwaslookingforhersearchinginvain.Herfacewasveryalive,tense,excited,yetstillinnocent.IngiltonasmallblackplaquebeneathIread:Mischief,bySirWilliamBlunt,R.A."Charming."Benjiemadehismotherbenddownandwhisperedsomething."Hewantstotellyouwhatthefamilycallsit."Shenoddedathimandheshouted,"HowSoppyCanYouGet."Shepulledhishairashegrinned.Anothercharmingpicture.Sheapologizedfornotbeingabletoinvitemetolunch,butshehada"Women’sInstitutedo"inHertford;andIpromisedthatassoonasatranslationoftheConchispoemswasreadyIwouldsendheracopy.DrivingbackdownthelanetoMuchHadham,Ilaughed.

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