The houses they flitted to and from were glutted with hangers-on, servant/mistresses, and errant prostitutes. “No, I am alone,” she answered. ” They loitered under trees, they sat on mossy banks they gossiped on friendly benches, they came back to lunch at the “Star and Garter,” and talked their afternoon away in the garden that looks out upon the crescent of the river. ” Her mind went back to that treaty. A sob was strangled in her throat.
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