Chapter 6
§06. May 17, 1895, three guests
For two months since the tumult at Frank's manor, I had been convalescing.
The avenues of London, now enveloped in the full embrace of spring, were replete with the acrid scent of oil that had been neglected throughout the winter months, leading me to open the windows with decreasing frequency. Such were the alterations that had transpired in my life.
"Perhaps a brief ambulation would suit you well?"
Marie proposed as she delivered my midday repast. Ah, fried herring – a veritable horror.
"Doctor Wangjin has recommended that you commence walking to regain your muscular fortitude."
"I shall walk when the climate warms further," I retorted with my customary justification. Ordinarily, Marie would have acquiesced, but not on this occasion. She drew back the curtains and flung open the window.
"Observe."
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