He had brought the shrubs down from Syria, and, strangely enough, they had prospered. “My dear sweet Lucia. Jack was not half your age when he died. He returned figuratively to his bed—the bed he had made for himself and in which he must for ever lie. You’ll come along of me, for you’re under arrest, too. Moving room to room it was.
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