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“John, don’t!” she cried. “Who?” She asked. In the flagged entrance hallway at the bottom, where extra light came in from a window above the double doors, it was easy enough to distinguish a family group, and a landscape which clearly included Remenham House in the distance. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. There was only one clean spot in the picture—the ship's wash (all white) that fluttered on a line stretched between the two masts.
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