” “I suppose,” said Constance, stencilling away at bright pink petals, “it’s our lot. She doesn't love you; she hasn't the least idea what it means beyond what she has read in novels. . He drove her to the Beck house, pulling up behind Cathy's red Nissan. ‘Maybe not,’ Gerald conceded, ‘but I’m damned if I herald my approach with a lot of unnecessary blundering about in the dark. I feel almost inclined to regret the fact.
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