Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess. London Bridge had suffered a degree less than most places. Turning, she flew for the nearest door. Well, you shall know. “I didn’t know you were half-Gypsy either. ” “Young? I am twenty-four. ” She replied.
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