“How could he call except in your absence, as you are never at home in the afternoon. The brown house, almost exactly the same as the Beck’s, turned black as pitch in the gloom. ” Annabel sank suddenly into a chair. “Nigel, Nigel,” she cried. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack.
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