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"
Will
you
take
my
hand
,
Essie
Tregowan
?
"
And
he
reached
out
a
hand
to
her
.
Freckled
it
was
,
and
although
Essie
’
s
eyesight
was
going
she
could
see
each
orange
hair
on
the
back
of
his
hand
,
glowing
golden
in
the
afternoon
sunlight
.
She
bit
her
lip
.
Then
,
hesitantly
,
she
placed
her
blue
-
knotted
hand
in
his
.
She
was
still
warm
when
they
found
her
,
although
the
life
had
fled
her
body
and
only
half
the
peas
were
shelled
.
Madam
Life
’
s
a
piece
in
bloom
Death
goes
dogging
everywhere
:
She
’
s
the
tenant
of
the
room
,
He
’
s
the
ruffian
on
the
stair
.
—
W
.
E
.
HENLEY
,
"
MADAM
LIFE
’
S
A
PIECE
IN
BLOOM
"
Only
Zorya
Utrennyaya
was
awake
to
say
goodbye
to
them
,
that
Saturday
morning
.
She
took
Wednesday
’
s
forty
-
five
dollars
and
insisted
on
writing
him
out
a
receipt
for
it
in
wide
,
looping
handwriting
,
on
the
back
of
an
expired
soft
-
drink
coupon
.
She
looked
quite
doll
-
like
in
the
morning
light
,
with
her
old
face
carefully
made
-
up
and
her
golden
hair
piled
high
upon
her
head
.
Wednesday
kissed
her
hand
.
"
Thank
you
for
your
hospitality
,
dear
lady
,
"
he
said
.
"
You
and
your
lovely
sisters
remain
as
radiant
as
the
sky
itself
.
"
