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h inhuman precision. To reach this level required a lifetime’s dedication.
And how close she had come to wasting that life as a playwright [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]!
She was suddenly aware of the trap behind herclattering over the first bridge. Leon
at last. She felt his eyes upon her. Was this the kid sister he had last seen on
Waterloo Station only three months agoand now a member of an international
elite? Perverselyshe would not allow herself to turn and acknowledge him; he must
learn that she was independent now of other people’s opinioneven his. She was a
grand masterlost to the intricacies of her art. Besideshe was bound to stop the trap
and come running down the bankand she would have to suffer the interruption with
good grace.
The sound of wheels and hooves receding over the second bridge provedshe
supposedthat her brother knew the meaning of distance and professional respect.
All the samea little sadness was settling on her as she kept hacking awaymoving
further round the island temple until she was out of sight of the road. A ragged line
of chopped nettles on the grass marked her progressas did the stinging white
bumps on her feet and ankles. The tip of the hazel switch sang through its arc
leaves and stems flew apartbut tyilai:
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his eyes brighten