He sprinted down the terrace steps, round to the side of the Hall and past the kitchens, but he had to scale a gate to reach the front drive and he was too late. I am damned. A footman was unloading his luggage. I still can't believe that she went with him of her own free will! His father did not reply.
Then the front door creaked open and watery daylight spilled across the hall below them. Charlotte could not speak. I simply discovered that it is possible to live for years and years thinking that you are in control and that nothing can hurt you because nothing matters. He was in no position to dismiss the supernatural, even if he had no explanation.
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