The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. ’ He smiled down at her. A door slammed. We went to the Embassy. I think not, Annabel. She should be lifted out of her narrow little life, and it should be all owing to him. Glad to get back, I’m sure,” he said briskly. Her brown curls were pulled tight in a severe chignon. \" Lucy winced. They had shared almost seventy five wonderful years there in nearly utter seclusion before it came time to move on.
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