. My only love is for my poor lost son. Then light footsteps became audible, descending the staircase with a certain deliberation and a faint rustle of skirts. In one hand she carried a long-stalked red rose, dripping with dew, in the other the post-bag. ” “Oh my goodness. “Take off your tunic.
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