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"You'll have Boggs flog me," I said "I know" He almost smiled
"Please, accept ies for noill inform Victoria that there is no evidence of any sort of criminal activity and tell her to conduct her
investigation in another direction," he concluded
"That's fine, but now, everyone here is going to think I'm a thief," I moaned
"I told you I assure you, Mr Boggs will not so hts"
"Sure," I said sh again "I would like a lock on my door I think I should have at least the most minimum privacy"
"I'll see that it is done," he assuredduties, and ill not discuss this ood reason," he said and turned around in his chair
I glared at his was nowhere in sight, but I kneasn't far away No matter where I went in this house, I felt his eyes on ined I could feel his breath on the back of my neck
When I returned to my room, I sat on my bed and stared at the wall Why did my Aunt Victoria hate me so much? Was it simply jealousy, jealousy of my mother, jealousy of the affection Grandmother Hudson had for me now? Or was viciousness just a natural part of her identity? I was frustrated I longed to stand in front of her and dare her to make the nasty accusations then
I was so depressed about it all that I al the role of Ophelia Then, while we served the afters, which this night were individual ja Mrs Chester called Bakewell tarts, I announced it just to reat-uncle feel a little more horrible about what he had done
"I thought you'd like to knoas given a choice part in the upco dra of theater, singing, dancing and chaiven the part of Ophelia from Shakespeare's Hamlet"
"Oh, that does sound ireat-aunt declared with a clap "Don't you think that's impressive, Richard?" she asked him "Maybe we'll be able to attend:'
"Yes," he said "Good show," he added, but he didn't look at me
"I do hope you'll be able to attend," I said "I'll be sure to get you tickets"
He didn't reply, but Great-aunt Leonora nodded and se spots She had caught a glimpse of herself reflected in the silver dish and went on and on about the difficulties of growing old