March 11, 2006
"Why, MarshaÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€why? Why did you leave me, just as the wounds from my baking accident were beginning to heal?" Lord Salisbury asked, with a piteous look. "Oh, Manfred," Marsha replied. "Oh, Manfred Manfred Manfred." "That's not really much of an answer," he pointed out. "No, I suppose it is not," she said, bursting into tears. "There, thereÃƒâ€šÃ¢â‚¬â€don't cry," he said, striking her. "It's all right now. Everything's going to be all right." "Oh, I'm so ashamed," she stammered. "Darling Manfred, you must know that I have always loved you, except during last May, and that I always shall love you."