Wagstaff. ” The figure of her aunt, a little distant, a little propitiatory, behind the coffee things, filled her with a sense of almost catastrophic adventure. Never really thought about Him—people don’t. It occurred to Ann Veronica once that she had known him when he was younger, but day had followed day, and each had largely obliterated the impression of its predecessor. ’ ‘Back?’ Melusine put a hand to her aching temple.
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