” Everything was good. She packed her things, then ran a mile to Julian’s apartment. Then she passed from the room on the arm of General Lord Charvill, chatting animatedly to him. She met the keen grey eyes of a clean-shaven man, between forty and fifty, quietly dressed in professional attire. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers.
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