The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. Directly he saw Anna he accosted her. He turned the water off and handed her a towel. David Courtlaw—Sir John Ferringhall. “There is no—Good God!” he exclaimed. . ‘There is Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’ Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. .
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