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LONDON, APRIL 23rd, 1872 About three weeks into the high social season, the first suitors already begin to pour through the doors of the Northcott house. They are all here for Louise and Marion, the older sister seeming to be a bit more popular. The whole family needs to be present in the day room because it would otherwise be considered improper if a pair met alone in this phase. This is why I have to sit in an armchair and watch the awkward exchanges every single day, my visits to the lavatory presenting my only escape. I listen to poetry readings, smell bouquets of flowers all around the house, and have my mouth watering at the pile of boxes, filled with chocolates. No one is allowed to touch them while the suitors are still coming in, so they are sitting on top of a tabl