Chapter 24
“I like walking,” she replied. “It gives me time to think.” “Given the distance, it had to be a productive promenade.” His mouth quirked into that quick smile, annihilating any underlying sarcasm. He rested his shoulder against the trunk of her tree. “Are you planning to paint these fields?” “I may use part of this view in one of the paintings I am thinking of now.” Percy nodded. His gaze landed on the knapsack lying on the ground next to her feet. He must have recognized its military origin. “It was my brother’s,” she said. “I guessed so,” he replied. “You were close, weren’t you?” “He was always a good friend, despite our age difference and his often-prolonged absences, first at schools, then in the army. But we had a few good summers together.” She gaz
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