“—and your aunt—” For a time he searched for the mot juste. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. He reached for her, and she struck savagely. He only stays here for you, hoping in vain.
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