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would not be needed. His eyes traveled a little lower, checked, went back to reread.
She had wanted to come to Oswestry "only for the pleasure of greeting and the pain of parting!" Geoffrey sighed. Not half as much as he wished to go to her at Clyro this moment. He wished she had come, knowing quite well he would have been furious had she done so and that he could not have spared her a moment. But ClyroWhy should he not go to Clyro? He was doing no good here. He sighed again. That was not true, and he knew perfectly well he could not get leave to go even if he were to be so dead to his responsibilities as to abandon his men. Still he longed for Clyro, for the green hill, untouched by fire, and the dour gray keep lapped in peaceand for Joanna.

 
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