She was alarmed at how little her husband
Gianfrancesco packed for the trip, leaving behind his best
scarlet and black lucco, which he wore for every business
and political meeting. It was hot and dry. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only
admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on
him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. I wonder if he really wants me to go home. His name was Peter. . ”
“Bit starchy,” said Ann Veronica, and altered the key abruptly. She expanded that. 195
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A CITY IN GREECE, 589 B. ”
True summer descended like a sticky fever upon
August’s arrival, bringing with it miasmas of humidity that
seemed to hang from the trees like mucus. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice
—“we DO please men. “I do not understand. "I am coming to the point, Joan.
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