An audible crack sounded in the kitchen and Mark slumped backwards, unconscious. ‘That’s a loud one. . ’ ‘Well, sir? Who is “she”? Not my granddaughter, I take it. Wood was once a favourite of yours. Oh, the scent of the flowers that day, the delicious quiet, the swallows that dived before us in the river. Sheppard," said Wood in a soothing tone. Ann Veronica was not ready enough to deal with that counter-stroke.
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