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She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave. Under her feet lay intricate mosaics, and each warm hall was festooned in tapestries. Beyond was a field sloping steeply upwards, and at the top a small pine plantation. ‘What is it?’ ‘Er—shouldn’t I tell—I mean, the young lady, sir—’ ‘You can leave the young lady to me. Montague Hill is. It came to Ann Veronica that life was wonderful beyond measure.
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