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Sheila McCloskey was the real neighborhood watch. For every Eden, there will be a serpent; for every sheepfold, there will be a wolf. But Jack was too nimble for him. ’ ‘Oh, don’t you?’ Gerald said grimly. ” He retorted smartly, looking at her with mischief. She was the consummate mother, even when extremely tired, she missed nothing. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Nor my grandfathers both. Prudence? Mr Remenham’s sister that was. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. Sheila’s own waif of a husband had objected to her airing the truth, he had even gotten the nerve to bring up the word divorce. “It is not an easy matter,” he said, “for me to offer you an altogether adequate explanation.
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