One evening in early December, when she’d been talking to Higgins the gardener, Helen heard shouting from the indoor school. The traffic was terrible. He was ahead of her. Conversation didn’t improve with the arrival of food.
Everyone, except Rupert, brought presents. “You ‘haven’t metLavinia, have you? Are you having an awful party?”“I haven’t seen much of Rupert,” she said, trying to keep the bitterness out of her voice. “I want him near me. She turned to Ivor.
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