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Chapter 23
Chapter 23 There followed a brief period of time, the most wonderful of his life, the happiest of hers. They took advantage of Sir Timothy’s absolute license, and spent long days at The Sanctuary, ideal lovers’ days, with their punt moored at night amongst the lilies, where her kisses seemed to come to him with an aroma and wonder born of the spot. Then there came a morning when he found a cloud on her face. She was looking at the great wall, and away at the minaret beyond. They had heard from the butler that Sir Timothy had spent the night at the villa, and that preparations were on hand for another of his wonderful parties. Francis, who was swift to read her thoughts, led her away into the rose garden where once she had failed him. “You have been looking over the wall, Marga
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