“Indeed, you could have no more faithful friend, you could find no one more anxious to serve you. She heard the ocean in the distance, waves crashing on the beach, high tide. Beyond was a chaise longue, covered with cushions and shawls laid anyhow across it, together with a discarded tapestry in the making, and a scattering of woollen threads about it. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. "In favour of my son.
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