She looked up at Tom now, met his eyes; he was relivingit too, she could see, and she felt awkward, discomfited bythe shared, vivid memory, of th 'In heaven withJuliet, playing with her, I expect. Not anymore. Her judgment wrong, her performance as a wife seriouslyunder question.
'I'm sorry. She could scarcelybear to look at him, never mind sit at the same table, share aconversation. The bank won't let us have any moremoney, the house is remortgaged, as you know, and franklynext month we won't even be able to pay the staff salaries. 'You've been such a good friend to her Octavia, thankyou.
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