“Look here, Ann Veronica,” he began. She had arranged for a supper of tea, a boiled egg, and some tinned peaches. “Dear John,” she whispered. She exhaled, feeling the tension drain from her shoulders and arms. The iron slipped from his face, leaving it blank with astonishment. “It was perhaps my fault. I've always been more or less music-mad.
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