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Chapter 17

           Wouldhetellhernowthattheywerealltalkingagainwhathadhappened?

           "WewentbacktolookforMinta’sbrooch,"hesaid,sittingdownbyher."We"thatwasenough.Sheknewfromtheeffort,theriseinhisvoicetosurmountadifficultwordthatitwasthefirsttimehehadsaid"we.""Wedidthis,wedidthat."They’llsaythatalltheirlives,shethought,andanexquisitescentofolivesandoilandjuicerosefromthegreatbrowndishasMarthe,withalittleflourish,tookthecoveroff.Thecookhadspentthreedaysoverthatdish.Andshemusttakegreatcare,Mrs.Ramsaythought,divingintothesoftmass,tochooseaspeciallytenderpieceforWilliamBankes.Andshepeeredintothedish,withitsshinywallsanditsconfusionofsavourybrownandyellowmeatsanditsbayleavesanditswine,andthought,Thiswillcelebratetheoccasionacurioussenserisinginher,atoncefreakishandtender,ofcelebratingafestival,asiftwoemotionswerecalledupinher,oneprofoundforwhatcouldbemoreseriousthantheloveofmanforwoman,whatmorecommanding,moreimpressive,bearinginitsbosomtheseedsofdeath;atthesametimetheselovers,thesepeopleenteringintoillusionglitteringeyed,mustbedancedroundwithmockery,decoratedwithgarlands.

           "Itisatriumph,"saidMr.Bankes,layinghisknifedownforamoment.Hehadeatenattentively.Itwasrich;itwastender.Itwasperfectlycooked.Howdidshemanagethesethingsinthedepthsofthecountry?heaskedher.Shewasawonderfulwoman.

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