” “Delusion!” he muttered, glaring at her. ’ ‘To you,’ she said angrily. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. The gardens were tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose: flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables. God help me. So there is no escape. Lucy auditioned on a borrowed violin.
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