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part seven
december 28th
lydia lee said:
“pilar, i think you had better stay with us until we can arrange something definite for you.”
pilar said 1:
“you are very good, lydia. you are nice. you forgive people quite easily without making afuss about it.”
lydia said, smiling:
“i still call you pilar, though i suppose your name is something else.”
“yes, i am really conchita lopez.”
“conchita is a pretty name too.”
“you are really almost too nice, lydia. but you don’t need to be bothered by me. i am goingto marry stephen, and we are going to south africa.”
lydia said, smiling:
“well, that rounds off things very nicely.”
pilar said 2:
“since you have been so kind, do you think, lydia, that one day we might come back andstay with you—perhaps for christmas—and then we could have the 3 and the burningraisins and those shiny things on a tree and the little snowmen?”
“certainly, you shall come and have a real english christmas.”
“that will be lovely. you see, lydia, i feel that this year it was not a nice christmas at all.”
lydia caught her breath. she said:
“no, it was not a nice christmas. .?.?.”
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