I have been thinking—I will go to my wife again. It was still raining heavily, and profoundly dark. Slowly Prudence Sindlesham nodded her head, her eyes never leaving his face. ‘You’ve cause to be grateful to Gerald, then. “Who’ll mind the baby nar?” was one of the night’s inspirations, and very frequent. ‘For that I shall certainly not leave until you have told me every tiny detail.
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