‘It could not be helped, whichever way I made my presence known. “Eight pounds,” she plunged, and added foolishly, “fifteen pounds will see me clear of everything. I couldn't accept anything from you. I do not intend to allow you to forget. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls.
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