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He taught her how to read and write in Latin and Greek, often rewarding her for her efforts with a flower or a trinket. Reluctantly she found him beguiling after he had eaten. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. My late husband, I mean. She silently willed him to stop his pacing, to calm down. There’d only be endless rows if I was at home.
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