Cars rushed by on the street, swerving into the middle of the two lane road to avoid the knee-deep puddles forming around sewer grates. “As things are at present,” she said, “it is true. “This is mere nonsense, mere tongue-tied fear!” she said. ‘Don’t let us quarrel over your Leonardo,’ he said, summoning a faint smile. Lucy was filled with happiness, it was her third Christmas at the Becks. Her faculties seemed for a moment numbed. Don’t say anything, she thought to herself, say nothing more, Martin. I believe he’s divorced.
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