When he tried the scullery door, and would have moved on, Hilary intervened. But heavens, I must pack!” She sprang to her feet and disappeared in the room beyond, from which she emerged a few minutes later with flushed cheeks and dishevelled hair. “I’m sorry I told you that, Michelle. And if I don’t, I go mad. I warned her not to say a word, for it would mean the death of everyone in the Palazzo, including you. ‘Do not imagine that I will leave poor Jacques. His blood would be sweet with it. The dream flowers and is harvested, and we are left by the wayside, having served our singular purpose in the scheme of progress: as the orange is tossed aside when sucked of its ruddy juice. I could tell it was Italian, you see.
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