You wish another name? Eh bien. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. How the deuce, though, am I going to account for her? People will be asking questions when they see her; and if I tell the truth, they'll start to snubbing her. But those days are over—quite over. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. But no one could explain the disappearance of Michelle’s parents, nor could the police find a fingerprint or even a clothing fiber to trace what had happened to them. It—it is nothing,’ she said, although with a tremor in her voice. “I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend.
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