She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. “We’re here to take your foster daughter down to the station to ask her a few questions sir. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. org/2/6/5/9/26596/ Produced by D.
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