Old farmhouses loomed as they whizzed by, left behind in the gray like mourners. I don’t think I’ve got illusions, nor you. ” Annabel pulled down her veil to hide the tears. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. They would arrive sometime in June.
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