Hidden menace; a prescience of something dreadful about to happen. Ennison kicked it away with his foot. ‘Allow me. She called them back very soon. Something in her tone made him look up. The rain smelled of the Tyrrhenian Sea, which lay only a few paces beyond the manor's white sea-soaked walls. “Why not?” he exclaimed. “It doesn’t matter,” she said, after a long interval, “if they are absurd.
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