” Elizabeth, the parlormaid, kept coming in to hand vegetables whenever there seemed a chance of Ann Veronica asking for an interview. Sheila bellowed, a great wail of a sound from deep in her belly, flinging her tremendous weight towards him. Below her stretched a valley of rich meadowland, of yellow cornfields, and beyond moorland hillside glorious with purple heather and golden gorse. It is foolish, she murmured to herself, foolish.
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