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Of course!" cried his wife. "Up on the dais! Iwish I could paint it!"
"It's perfect," Dr. Sear insisted. "The will to believe and the will to be believed."
"I'll tell the band," Stoker said. "Why not use the funeral-couch?"
Mrs. Sear clapped her hands and embraced the two of us again. "I don't knowwhich of you I envy more! Kiss me, George! Kiss me, Stacey!"
But it was Anastasia I kissed, lifting her chin in my hand.
"This is terrible," she whispered. "You'd be committingadultery ."
In fact I'd not been thinking so far ahead, and even now the word paled before the image. I sipped tears from the long-lashed brims of both her eyes. More faintly yet she said, "At least let's go somewhere else. . ."
For reply I swept her up, and a jubilant cry rose round about Dr Sear supported me with an arm about my waist; Anastasia hid her face in my shoulder. I had in mind no clear direction or intent; it was stirring enough just to hold her so. But Mrs Sear went before us and Stoker before her, opening an aisle through the guests, who whistled and