one side, stroked Sared into t of a story , and ill to come. I  ake to complete tory of Emmeline and Adeline, nor even o complete it.

    Despite my absorption in my notes, I couldn’t  seen Miss inter. Eacime I asked after il evening, o her for a while before supper?

    to —on table by Miss inter’s side. I opened it at t I er  sed to talk tome.

    ‘ did  niger asked. ”t you fell ill?“

    I o unity for explanation. “I already kne nig particular nig someone to see artled. t tended o frig saken by surprise .

    ‘t your fault, you kno alarm yourself. t is sometor imes before. If anyone is to blame, it is me, for not letting you kno sendency to be over-protective. I o tell you.“ Send to tell me w was you brough you?“

    ‘Emmeline ’s t.“ And after I’d told ions I didn’t knoo came ruso my lips, as t encourage o be candid in return. ” is it Emmeline rying to dig someten does it: Maurice says it’s t I kno is not truth.“

    Miss inter  and very still.

    “ted. “t’s w sold me.  er? ho is she looking for underground?”

    Miss inter uttered a murmur, and t , it instantly a memory of t launc me by Emmeline in t it?” added Miss inter. “Is t w she said?”

    I nodded.

    ‘In twin language?“

    I nodded again.

    Miss inter looked at me erest. “You are doing very . Better t. trouble is, timing of tory is getting rat of ting aaring into raig me. “I said I meant to tell you trut. And I do. But before I can tell you, somet . It is going to  it  .