Do you remember when we went right away, Nigel, and forgot everything? We went down the river past Veraz, and the larks were singing all over those deep brown fields, and the river further on wound its way like a coil of silver across the rich meadowland, and along the hillside vineyards. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him. ” Lucy said. It feels like it. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool.
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