'She has to come home, Mrs. ’ 'Promise me,' I said. I wanted to fold down into my wing chair by the fireplace and sleep again, safe in the knowledge that there were armed guards around the property and the mysterious stranger couldn't harm me. I can tell you that much.
'You know, whatever happens with us,' I said, 'as teacher and pupil, as friends, whatever comes to pass -- whether we go 'I want you to go forth strong and on your own. But that skill -- the skill of sinking into books -- was to come to me with my second great teacher, Nash. 'Here sleeps Petronia, whose mortal hands once made the most beautiful of cameos, even for emperors and kings.
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