There was a dreadful stifled groan, and she fell heavily upon the landing. That was the glorious if bewildering truth. There were always parrots and parrakeets screaming in the fruit groves. Oh, and weeks and months of thought and feeling there are bottled up too. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. "Come along, my sly shaver.
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