“Well,” he said, argumentatively, “it IS. He helped himself to a beer, then a vodka and tonic, then two rum and Cokes. “It has been very kind of you to see me, but I don’t want to sit and talk and use your time any longer. She smiled and started for the stairs without reply. He stopped in mid-sentence, and Ann Veronica opened the door for her aunt. He looked like a French boy soldier she had once glimpsed marching towards his death in one of the battles they would later call the Hundred Years War. If our young person hadn’t had the nurse part cut out, eh? She might have known more and done less. “What has he to do with it?” “He was your sister’s master—her friend.
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