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"I am practical," she countered. "Living people are so terribly particular. They want you to remember their birthdays, their ailments, their opinions on the drainage system. The dead ask only that you stand quietly by their grave for ten minutes and look appropriately sorrowful. It is the most restful social engagement left in England."

Julian looked at her with an expression she had never seen before—soft, almost tender. It was disgusting. laura by saki pdf

And if a certain lean, dark young man happened to be standing near the yew tree, well—that would be a coincidence. "I am practical," she countered

The wedding was small, sharp, and awkward. Egbert did not attend. He sent a letter instead, warning Laura that she was making a catastrophic mistake. Laura framed it and hung it in the hallway, next to a funeral card for a child she had never met. For six months, the marriage was a triumph of mutual misanthropy. Laura and Julian attended twenty-seven funerals together. They kept a ledger, ranking each for quality of music, depth of grave, and quantity of genuine tears shed by the bereaved. A funeral with no tears was considered "efficient"; a funeral with hysterical weeping was "excellent sport." The dead ask only that you stand quietly

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.

"Was he a relation?" she whispered, drifting closer.