Bête, she told herself fiercely. “Yes,” he said, “I want to get away. Lucy could see her striding down a Parisian catwalk quite easily. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. Oh, goodness! Bilking! Ann Veronica, you’re a bilker!” Pause. At the door to the kitchen, he called out, ‘Pottiswick!’ The old man came out, shoving his chin in the air and glaring.
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