Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. ‘Dunderhead. She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open. She was, she guessed, close to the library. “I know nothing about your wife.
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