She dressed quickly, pulling on white jeans and a red tee shirt. ’ ‘Of course I am, imbecile,’ she snapped, unconsciously echoing her greatniece. ’ The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. "No offence," returned Jonathan. There were neither texts nor rubbish on the walls, but only a stirring version of Belshazzar’s feast, a steel engraving in the early Victorian manner that had some satisfactory blacks.
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