”“Yes, sir. No, he won’t, he thought grimly. Cuthbert thought he could even accept Susan herself now, not as his best friend’s lover, a girl he had wanted himself the first time he saw her, but as a part of their entwined fate. She stopped singing and opened her eyes.
George fanned a hand in front of his face. She opened her mouth to tell him so, and then a queer but utterly persuasive sensation enfolded her: they were being watched. She could almost taste it in her mouth, like wet tea leaves. They had spent the day counting nets.
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