Who says that I am not Meysey Hill? I was trying to scare you. ’ ‘But, Hilary—’ ‘Don’t you begin, Lucilla, for I won’t stand for it. Anyhow he confessed that he was a fraud. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love.
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