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That did not sound like the name the young man had offered in the tower of the water-clock. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. ’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. ’ Gerald tutted. “He writes very well,” said Ann Veronica. Lucy cringed, her eyes widening. There was a maiden aunt who lived in the North who might let her live there for a few weeks until she disappeared. Annabel was conscious then of the slow anger which had been burning within her since the night of her visit to the “Unusual. ‘And so?’ she asked. ‘Parbleu, how you make me talk!’ ‘Your secret is safe with me, I promise you,’ Gerald said reassuringly. Vorsack looked pale and pink.
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