“It had been just after the Christmas of ’91, when the weather had been unusually warm. Louise had called on the old German scholar, examined his page of ancient manuscript, and satisfied her curiosity about the Belvedere. Now Dr Seligmann was dead. ‘It was a political assassination, Miss Whittaker,’ Arnold Box had declared. And Ottilie …. She had liked her immediately when they were introduced at a dinner party in Jena. A petite, slender girl, she had spoken excellent English with a vivacio...us, animated air of someone eager for knowledge of the world and its ways. She had sensed that Ottilie Seligmann was not an intellectual girl, and that her interests lay almost entirely in the possibilities of making a good marriage. Even now she could recall her bright blue eyes, and her blonde hair arranged with seeming artlessness as a frame for her small face. Louise emerged from the lane into Lavender Walk, and pulled the bell at the side of the front door of Dr Seligmann’s ancient Tudor house.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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