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. Perhaps it was the recollection of those happy days. I'm a slave to my word. Jonathan, however, was nowhere to be seen. “I always get off here and lean over that rail for a bit.
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