s.”

    “Do you speak iful black eyes.

    “As you’ve requested.”

    “Yes?”

    “ belongs to anot’ll be difficult ever to be free of ing ters you’ve greatly encouraged  only does  to make you return t by establis o marry you.” I smiled to soften t of t to be reduced to being t malcontent’s mouthpiece.

    “’s t did ser?

    “turist?”

    “My mind’s all ajumble,” ss. “It seems t matters ’ll become of us, of t tell me somet will en me.”

    “Don’t you fret in test, my dearest Sion ruly intelligent, you’re very beautiful. One day you’ll sleep in tten all your worries, you’ll be his in your eyes.”

    Sucion rose  my eyes filled ears.

    “Fine, but which one will become my husband?”

    “Isn’t t wise  of yours giving you an answer?”

    “It’s because I don’t understand  I’m dispirited.”

    For a moment it occurred to me t S trust me at all, t serfully concealing rust in order to learn  srying to arouse my pity.  be ing a response to tters at present, I grabbed my sack, entered tyard and slipped a not before saying sometold all my maids, even those who were cross-eyed:

    “Fear not, my dear, if you keep tiful eyes of yours peeled, no misfortune, no misfortune at all will befall you.”

    I, Srutold, it used to be t eacime Est, I’d fantasize t a man stricken o e a letter t could stir t of an intelligent iful,  ill intact—and set it pounding. And to discover t tter ors,  t, fortify my resolve and forbearance to a my urn. But time Estc