
In a New York boarding-house, you pressed slippers into one shared trunk for the journey to the estate called Cobhurst. The happiest fact about this packing is that neither of us will ever pack to leave home again. You step into this one-chapter preview with Ralph Haverley at the center, where choices turn on the people, promises, and pressure already in the room. The candle went out as strength and sense left you on the garret floor, where no one knew you had gone. The chapter closes on a continuation question rather than resolving the novel's larger arc.
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