She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection. “You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. She spied him sitting on his armless black couch, his feet splayed as he stared at his television blankly. Away off in the fields the bluesmocked peasants bent still at their toil. ‘You are related to General Lord Charvill?’ ‘Monsieur le baron, he is my grandpére,’ she confirmed. “I suppose you could at least tune it for us if you know how to play.
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