It is but a wild threat. The stretch of red dirt disappeared into a stretch of trees like Van Gogh’s painting. “Quite an unimportant one,” he assured her. “Anything is better than this—this stifled life down here. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so. ” She gestured to an abandoned farmhouse down a long stretch of icy dirt road. ’ ‘But where then is Gosse?’ demanded Melusine.
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