Servants took her guests away; Igraine, in her own chamber, laid Morgaine in her bed and fussed around her nervously, her mind full of what she had heard. Somebody else would have taken it. Laura managed a quiet,inquiring smile, but her heart was thumping. She sounded oddlyexhilarated.
I'll be right there, she promised. Iris reached into thedrawer of her night table and brought out Laura's last two letters. Rathbone treated me for cracked ribs, a dislocatedshoulder, a fractured ankle. Iris herselfdrove her in Peggy's just-off-the-assembly-line Cadillac to see theacreage that was up for sale.
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