seemed to make my sleepless and troubled murderer stronger and more devilishan me and my book.

    I closed tyard gate tiger basin t I used as a basil planter bee as I did eac. Before I reduced tove to smoldering as to bed, I glanced up to see Se gohe blackness.

    “Are you absolutely certain t you  to marry him?” I asked.

    “No, dear Fatten about marriage. Besides, I am married.”

    “If you still  to marry o give you my blessing now.”

    “I o be o him.”

    “hy?”

    “Because it’s against your y, I desire nobody t you do not .”

    I noticed, momentarily, tove reflected in  out of un anger; yet trace of offense in her voice.

    “Black is in love .

    “I know.”

    “ened to all I o say today not out of ing, but out of his love for you.”

    “e your book, t matters.”

    “Your  return one day,” I said.

    “I’m not certain  tonig my urn.  I’ve dreamt seems to be trut’ve killed urned to dust.” S statement lest t inge of anger.

    “If to kill me,” I said, “I  you to finiso  you will.”

    “I give my e your book?”

    “Black! You can ensure t he does so.”

    “You are already ensuring t her,” she said. “You have no need for me.”

    “Agreed, but o me because of you. If t be afraid to continue on.”

    “In t case,  be able to marry me,” said my clever daughter, smiling.

    ail about ire conversation, I noticed not an occasional glimmer in anding tensely facing one anothe room.

    “Do you communicate o con