“Is that all you have to say?” Michelle challenged her. Chapter Seven ‘Oh, my God,’ burst from Gerald. And now Ann Veronica’s evenings were also becoming very busy. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain.
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