“You are of the genus obstinate,” he said. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. She had fled back to Florence quite intent on slitting the new bride’s throat. It was Martin, she could hear his heart beat.
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