She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. Dollis Hill revisited. Gerald watched her vanish into the darkness, unusually incensed. “But I don’t see,” said Ann Veronica, “just how it fits the present situation. She reached a tiny yellow-fronted cottage covered with flowering creepers, and entered the front room by the wide-open window. I don’t know anyone.
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