‘Wait! At least tell me where I can find you. The hills surrounded her cave home protectively. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. . Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. “Why should one pretend?” she whispered.
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