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"
You
remember
my
brother
-
in
-
law
,
don
’
t
you
?
You
met
at
dinner
,
just
before
the
holidays
.
"
We
shook
hands
.
I
felt
so
shy
that
I
could
think
of
nothing
to
say
,
but
Mrs
.
Strickland
came
to
my
rescue
.
She
asked
me
what
I
had
been
doing
with
myself
during
the
summer
,
and
with
this
help
I
managed
to
make
some
conversation
till
tea
was
brought
in
.
The
Colonel
asked
for
a
whisky
-
and
-
soda
.
"
You
’
d
better
have
one
too
,
Amy
,
"
he
said
.
"
No
;
I
prefer
tea
.
"
This
was
the
first
suggestion
that
anything
untoward
had
happened
.
I
took
no
notice
,
and
did
my
best
to
engage
Mrs
.
Strickland
in
talk
.
The
Colonel
,
still
standing
in
front
of
the
fireplace
,
uttered
no
word
.
I
wondered
how
soon
I
could
decently
take
my
leave
,
and
I
asked
myself
why
on
earth
Mrs
.
Strickland
had
allowed
me
to
come
.
There
were
no
flowers
,
and
various
knick
-
knacks
,
put
away
during
the
summer
,
had
not
been
replaced
;
there
was
something
cheerless
and
stiff
about
the
room
which
had
always
seemed
so
friendly
;
it
gave
you
an
odd
feeling
,
as
though
someone
were
lying
dead
on
the
other
side
of
the
wall
.
I
finished
tea
.
"
Will
you
have
a
cigarette
?
"
asked
Mrs
.
Strickland
.
She
looked
about
for
the
box
,
but
it
was
not
to
be
seen
.
"
I
’
m
afraid
there
are
none
.
"
Suddenly
she
burst
into
tears
,
and
hurried
from
the
room
.
