She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. Without realizing what she has done, she's made a dreadful mess of it.
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