Wood scarcely knew where he was. Michelle moaned and Lucy, unable to help herself, stroked her hair. As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Spurling, half aside. She colored faintly. Five hours later she tiptoed down the hall and paused at the threshold of what they now called his study.
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