\" Lucy shook her hand. The night was clear and moonlit, dazzling with even light blue shadows that shone into manicured lawns and pristine gardens. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. ‘And I wouldn’t be no sort of a man if I’d heard what I heard, and gone off and left you. ’ ‘From a convent? Even if I wished to do it, I could not.
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