‘And I suppose I shall be obliged to endure another nonsensical tale about your husband. It is for that reason that this novel begins with her there, and neither earlier nor later, for it is the history of this crisis and its consequences that this novel has to tell. Instead of English villas and cottages there were chalets and Italian-built houses shining white; there were lakes of emerald and sapphire and clustering castles, and such sweeps of hill and mountain, such shining uplands of snow, as she had never seen before. You did it on your own?” Ann Veronica smiled. Sometimes these dreams are simple and tender; sometimes they are magnificent.
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