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That afternoon, she attended the general's funeral. It was a splendid affair, with a military band playing something suitably somber and a clergyman whose voice trembled with a professional sorrow that Laura found deeply soothing. She stood near a yew tree, pretending to dab her eyes with a handkerchief that smelled of lavender, and studied the other mourners.

Laura read the letter twice. Then she smiled—a small, sharp smile that Egbert would have recognized as the prelude to something regrettable. laura by saki pdf

"Laura," he said, "I have been thinking. Perhaps hatred is not enough. Perhaps what we need is... love." That afternoon, she attended the general's funeral

The young man blinked. He was not accustomed to being liked at funerals. His name, it transpired, was Julian March, and by the time the last spadeful of earth had been thrown onto the general's coffin, he had agreed to walk Laura home. Egbert was horrified. Laura read the letter twice

Egbert winced. He had a sensitive soul, which Laura regarded as a kind of internal malformation, like a cleft palate of the character.

Julian began to linger too long at gravesides. He started talking about the "nobility of suffering" and the "quiet dignity of grief." He bought a black cat and named it Mourning. Laura was alarmed.

"On the contrary," said Laura, "he will complete me. He hates everyone I hate—the living, that is. The dead he treats with appropriate respect. Last Tuesday we went to a funeral together for a woman neither of us had heard of, and he held my hand through the entire service. It was more romantic than Venice."