“I’ll come to the station,” said Ann Veronica. Distress like hers might palliate far greater offences than she ever committed. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. . ’ ‘What? But—’ ‘Precisely, Hilary. It was for ever. She had never dreamed of such decadence, never imagined that young people could be so happy and healthy. Her mother tried to soothe her with tales of romance and love, of all the fineries that she would enjoy in the Palazzo, but all Lucia could do was cry until her cheeks twitched and her forehead ached.
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