"All life is a muddle, and we are all muddlers, more or less. He daren't quarrel with me: and if he does, let him look to himself. They’re too free for their innocence or too innocent for their freedom. ’ A question leapt into Everett’s head and he recalled the letter to the Abbess. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. No police officers or lurking storms were anywhere in sight.
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