’That’sall，’hesaid，returningthepapertobedroppedintothefire。
’Whatwasintheletter？’askedMrsBeeton，whenAlfreturned。
’Idon’tknowIthinkitwasacircularoratractaboutnotwhistlin’
ateverythingwhenyou’reyoung。’
’ImusthavesteppedonsomethingwhenIwasaliveandwalkingaboutandithasbouncedupandhitmeGodhelpit，whateveritis——unlessitwasallajokeButIdon’tknowanyonewho’dtakethetroubletoplayajokeonmeLoveandloyaltyfornothingItsoundstemptingenough。