The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. The sky beyond was a surreal color of pink that reminded her of the windows she had once been entranced by at the castle chapel, their leaden lines depicting old religious stories and sufferings. Ann Veronica sat firelit by her tea-tray with, quite unconsciously, the air of an expert hostess.
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