Perhaps I may borrow yours one day?’ ‘Lucilla, you wretch,’ burst from the captain. Help—should she need it—from the natives was out of the question. ‘That,’ he said stonily, ‘is yet another point over which we fell out. ‘Why do you think I told you about the portrait? I’d not seen it, of course, but I’d seen Miss Mary just before she got married, which is when it was painted. Why, honestly enouch. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. Beyond was a narrow bridge, crossing a circular building, at the bottom of which lay a deep well. There is a place—This isn’t the place.
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