Far from condescending to her, his eyes were intent upon her yet inwardly distracted, as if she had said something to disturb him. He stared at the diamond glitter, flummoxed. Charlotte felt a delicious sense of relief at escaping the dream; and then the memories of the previous day flowed back, a multicoloured patchwork of disasters. Of course I don't blame you.
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