uh. "Excuse me," he said, plunging his fork into a fowl, and transferring it to his
plate. Lucy savored the normalcy of the scene. ”
CHAPTER THE FIFTEENTH
THE LAST DAYS AT HOME
Part 1
They decided to go to Switzerland at the session’s end. ‘One
of your countrymen, perhaps?’
The girl clammed up, the moon of her white face staring up at him in the
darkness. A sound sleeper, she was not roused by
the creaky openings and closings of drawers as Lucy
packed a single duffle bag with underwear and soap that
was pilfered from a multipack of Zest in the Beck’s
downstairs bathroom. The Night-Cellar. What she said is true. "
Starting at a rapid pace in the direction of the Old Bailey, and crossing Fleet
Bridge, "for oyster tubs renowned," the trio skirted the right bank of the muddy
stream until they reached Fleet Lane, up which they hurried. His name was Bartolomeo di Alberti. He found the door ajar, and, to his surprise, perceived little
Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in tracing some design upon a sheet of
paper. The gardens were
tidy and geometric, each avenue with a different purpose:
flowers for cutting, herbs, brightly colored vegetables.
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