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"
Nice
to
see
you
,
too
.
"
"
I
did
n't
know
you
were
in
Australia
.
"
"
No
one
does
.
I
have
a
few
weeks
'
holiday
.
"
"
You
're
staying
with
us
,
I
hope
?
"
"
Where
else
?
"
His
eyes
roamed
round
the
magnificent
walls
,
rested
on
Mary
Carson
's
portrait
.
"
You
know
,
Fee
,
your
taste
is
impeccable
,
unerring
.
This
room
rivals
anything
in
the
Vatican
.
Those
black
egg
shapes
with
the
roses
are
a
stroke
of
genius
.
"
"
Why
,
thank
you
!
We
try
our
humble
best
.
Personally
I
prefer
the
dining
room
;
I
've
done
it
again
since
you
were
here
last
.
Pink
and
white
and
green
.
Sounds
awful
,
but
wait
until
you
see
it
.
Though
why
I
try
,
I
do
n't
know
.
It
's
your
house
,
is
n't
it
?
"
"
Not
while
there
's
a
Cleary
alive
,
Fee
,
"
he
said
quietly
.
"
How
comforting
.
Well
,
you
've
certainly
come
up
in
the
world
since
your
Gilly
days
,
have
n't
you
?
Did
you
see
the
Herald
article
about
your
promotion
?
"
He
winced
.
"
I
did
.
Your
tongue
's
sharpened
,
Fee
.
"
