If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. “Why could you not confide in us?” “Do what?” said Ann Veronica. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. Melusine’s eyes shifted. Her sensitive ears could hear her foster mother snoring in front of the television. Personally, however, I doubt if—’ ‘Charvill?’ interrupted Gerald without ceremony, all his senses at once on the alert.
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