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LUCINDA told me nothing about how "the end of Venice" struck or affected Mrs. Knyvett. Some bewilderment of that good lady may be conjectured; whether she wisely asked no questions or, asking them, received the sort of replies which the proverb indicates as the fate of questioners, I did not know. Nor, indeed, did I care-any more than I cared what had become of Mrs. Knyvett at that moment. (In fact, as I learned afterwards, she had quartered herself-it was her one talent!-on an old and wealthy spinster, and was living with her at Torquay.) My interest was where Lucinda's was-centered in Lucinda herself.
Her narrative jumped straight from Venice to Cragsfoot. She did not say anything of her feelings in the interval; she went on to what "puzzled" her-to the relations that came about between her and Waldo Rillington.