A dissipated, loose-living man. And in those days, too, he used to help her mother with her gardening, and hover about her while she stood on the ladder and hammered creepers to the scullery wall. ‘Oh, the Frenchie. “Never mind me. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. You are the High Priestess of Life.
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