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Sheppard. " "It is," answered Wood. Gwen—I saw Gwen the other day, and the paint’s thicker than ever. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. Rain started to pummel the roof of the pavilion, which coalesced into sheets and rumbled to the cement below. But I suppose as I’ll have to wait until you can hear me to tell you again. ’ ‘That was hardly the impression I got,’ Gerald murmured, remembering Melusine’s attitude to Leonardo. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. Ann Veronica found herself in a little stirring crowd of excited women, whispering and tittering and speaking in undertones.
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