Silence. “Nay,”  from ted o see y c’s because I knoer as  I  for ters. It’s not only for t think.

    I opped me at the door.

    “Do you let Sedly and foolishly.

    “Don’t you tell ters?”

    “tell me  convince  I persuade them?”

    “By being a good person,” I said and o the door.

    “At t’s too late…” h sincere anguish.

    “You’ve begun to earn a lot of money, Customs Officer his makes one a good person…” I said and fled.

    t tside seemed   my face. I  somet poor man in t damp, curned into t in Laleli tore my spirits. I aken.

    At Ser sook up tters, sely asked after Black. I told  tire being. this news pleased her.

    “Even lonely spinsters busy ting are discussing w Effendi miger, c.

    “ of condolence and take it over to Kalbiye, poor Elegant Effendi’s widow,” said Shekure.

    “All te a crotending ives s blood.”

    So read Black’s letter. I looked into ently and angrily. t srol ed in  my silence pleased  s as my approval of t so Black’s letter. Ster and smiled at me; to meet isfaction, I felt forced to ask, “ ten?”

    “Just as in h me.”

    “ are your ts?”

    “I’m a married ing for my husband.”

    Contrary to your expectations, t t so me after asking me to get involved in  anger me. Actually, t relieved me. If more of tters for and advised in ttended to details tantly, tter marriages.

    “ does te?” I asked anyway.

    “I don’t intend to read ter rig Black’s returned to Istanbul?”

    “ even know