For a few moments there was only the sound of the engine, the wind streaming past. As they drove back into Cambridge, the beauty of the town struck Charlotte as if she had never appreciated it before. She has a right to hear this, however difficult it is. Charlotte fell silent for a while.
If you could trust your own judgement, Charlotte, you would know the answer. Father! Her voice followed him, more and more plaintive, decades of pain echoing along the bare stone corridors. Madeleine was so happy. It's nothing to do with the War or my—my troubles.
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