” He sat for a moment, absorbing. ‘The fact of it is,’ I said, ‘I’m the new playwright, Thomas More. For the present, he murmured his farewells, and turning, caught Hilary’s eye and walked away, crossing the ballroom to move into the less opulent, and less crowded, saloon next door where servants were dispensing refreshments. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. "I can't say I do," replied Wood.
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