Beyond was an avenue of tall poplars that rose like columns, disappearing into undulating hills that were black with sleeping houses and fertile soil. The baby did not strike at Sebastian. I really am enjoying it. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. ‘Here we go again.
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