Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. Or I should say—’ ‘Eugenia,’ cut in Gerald grimly. White assured her. “She told you that?” “Yes. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. I have done n-nothing. I shall still believe in you. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay.
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