” She lifted her eyebrows. “Impossible to say,” he answered. “We are not the sort that goes under,” said Ann Veronica, holding her hands so that the red reflections vanished from her eyes. The sun was setting, casting long dreary shadows across deformed apple trees. ” “And no one else—has a key?” “I believe,” she said, “that that man must have one. He was in misery; he was paying for last night's debauch. ‘To where has he gone off?’ ‘No use asking me,’ shrugged the captain.
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