The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. Wish SHE”—he indicated Miss Klegg’s back with a nod—“was at the bottom of the sea. Anyhow, there it is: YOU ARE NOT GOING THERE. She did not remember him, but he said that he had introduced himself to her when she was visiting the butcher's family.
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