ers. No. Somac y it o be filled.

    But se, ss, you see, ra pair of  and an old pair of Jorousers, cut off at ting of tful. In tatoes gre  out under lo only did souc and vegetables, but ter,  desire of box and yeo become geometry. At ically straight lines.

    In tctle g did not need to ectors, augo be safe in it. tcranger came to live in t, o banis her.

    More they loved her.

    But  appear at random. to le g   ill t. ory ten in her copper hair and her emerald eyes.

    For  curious t tory. t bore t uncanny resemblance to ted for so long? t fell in a mass doriking emerald eyes. Odd, don’t you to ttle g and so them?

    ‘er told me, ”I .“ So sory in o a picnic, met Roland and eventually ran ao marry ed by er,  on a rampage, venting ers of earls or of so  did not really matter , ion for oblivion.

    Isabelle gave birto  t like t like their uncle.

    : At about time, in some barn or dim cottage bedroom, anot ter of an earl, I trouble. S oo. Copper hair. Emerald eyes.

    Child of rage. Child of rape. Charlie’s child.

    Once upon a time there was a house called Angelfield.

    Once upon a time twins.

    Once upon a time to Angelfield a cousin. More likely a er.

    As I sat in train er’s diary closed in my lap, t ruso feel for Miss inter ailed e co mind. Aurelius. And my sympaturned to anger. ed from  to fend for  knowing ory?

    I t, too, of te tent and t t I no to be er’s.

    It all boiled doo t of t of a baby.

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