‘And so?’ she asked. “Only—I have come face to face—with something terrible, and wholly unexpected trouble. The stores, the drying bins, McClintock's bungalows and the native huts sprawled around an exquisite landlocked lagoon. She stared down at them from a high window, peering down at their moonlit faces in the bed heavy with furs, the same bed where she had given birth to Gianfrancesco’s dead son. “Let us walk round to Covent Garden,” he suggested.
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