‘He’s back, then? Beats me where that husband of yours gets to. Has he got a mistress?’
‘Tante Clara,’ Natasha scolded when their neighbour had left, nose in air, ‘that wasn’t kind. Perhaps Denys can’t tell anyone where he goes. For all we know, he may be –’
‘Child! How many times must I tell you that we don’t know
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