" "You don't say so!" exclaimed Shotbolt. Brendon was silent. Think of those days in Paris. Seeing her improved mood, he had offered the Latin reading lesson strategically, knowing it would surprise her that he considered her capable. Earles waiting. She sat, crouched together, by the corner of the hearthrug under the bookcase that supported the pig’s skull, and looked into the fire and up at Ann Veronica’s face, and let herself go. She accepted his rejoinder with a brief nod. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. .
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