'What was this doing on my side of the bed?' She handed Rupert a prayer book bound in ivory. 'I've booked a table for us at the Horn of Plenty at nine-thirty, ' said Cameron casually to Rupert. 'I work with a guy of fifty. 'Oh why didn't we buy a house in Penscombe rather than Chalford?' wailed Sarah Stratton.
''I must be dreaming,' said Rupert incredulously. Half a mile upstream, the village of Penscombe, with its church spire and ancient ash-blond houses, lay in a cleavage of green hills like a retirement poster promising a happy future. Longfellow, with his silken-white hair and his benignant face; Dr. 'Hey diddly dee, a plutocrat's life for me,' sang Cameron, demolishing a tray of chocolates.
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