He was perched on the very edge of the leather seat of the coach, his threecornered hat twisting nervously in his hands, and from time to time he passed a tongue over dry lips. “It’s no sort of good, Ann Veronica, pretending one does believe when one doesn’t. All they left it was the moon and stars.
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