There were lines in her face that age had not put there. He had assumed that her leaving home was the point at issue, that everything turned on that, and that the sole alternative was obedience, and she had fallen in with that assumption until rebellion seemed a sacred principle. "Suppose we go and have tea? I'd like to take you to a teahouse I know, but we'll go to the Victoria instead. His red hair marked him, cut short into a round shape that had the texture of a Brillo pad.
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