‘This is a private house,’ Hilary said severely, ‘and you are trespassing. A pity you did not think to tell me that part of the tale at the outset. “Me and my bright ideas. “Why destroy me, child? There are so many secrets I 231 could tell you. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. A quick flush stained her cheeks.
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