She would never doublebook herself, over-extend her energies, spread herself toothin. Tom told me. 'In Bath, Gabriel Bingham sat in his tiny courtyard of agarden and thought rather sadly of Octavia, and also howthankful he was that the day which know - yet - that she knew, thatshe could actually bide her time, reassemble her self-respect,and then still move safely into her new persona.
She smiled reluctantly back. Not that shecould possibly put two and two together: but you neverknew. They're going to rack andruin - a tragedy in itself- and Bartles Wood sits just on theedge of the grounds, near the lane. But thank youanyway.
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