The next day, when he was gone in the morning, the sky had a hold of its breath. It was a mornings such as were so few in England that the clouds were not in a mind to decide whether they should be cloudy or not. Amelia was leaning on the window of the kitchen with a chipped mug of tea shaking in her hands.
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