Why are they?
”No, no, no,” she protested. He had told her the story. What story? If they liked, she would try to tell it. There was still time before the play.
”But where do I begin?” she pondered. ”In the year 1820. It must have been about then that my greatgrandfather was a boy. I’m not young myself ”-no, but she was very well set up and handsome-”and he was a very old man when I was a child-when he told me the story. Fortsätt läsa Nobody could guess; only she knew; only she could know, because she was the great-grand-daughter of the man himself