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She had already discussed it with Nicky and had helped him to sort out the books that she was sure would bring in some money, if not all that their father paid for them. Many of them had been expensive. There were also some archaic urns and other pieces of pottery that Sir Beaugrave had brought back from Greece on his visits and which they were both sure would be bought by a museum. Things, indeed, were not quite so black as they had appeared at first when their father had died. At the same time, it was going to be a wrench to leave the house, and they were both well aware how much Lady Stanton would hate the cramped little cottage where there would be little for her to do. That evening when Larisa and Nicky were in the library looking at the books that were to go to London she had an