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” Lucy considered the irony that Michelle had spent seventeen years waiting to escape the suburban existence she had always longed to live. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. ‘Whereas my need was very great indeed. The turning of the key startled her, but she did not see how she could make an objection. " Spurlock grew limp in his chair. “Dinner is served, ma’am,” he announced to Mrs. ” Sir John seated himself deliberately. “And what is it all about, Veronica?” he asked, with a deliberate note of irony, looking at her a little quizzically over his glasses. I saw their boat swept away, and heard the roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present, could doubt the result. “Soon she will return.
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