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NEXT morning after breakfast – the sky over the park was so brilliant in November sunshine that I hushed the give-away words, the secret irked me more – I rang up Margaret: I had to tell her of my conversation with her sister, without softening any of her sister's case.
‘I knew she was against us,' came Margaret's voice.