Jenny: The Olive-Grove

Somewhere in his dreams where an olive-grove tumbled down to the foamy curve of silver shore, Master Lucius came aware that the thing in his hands was sliding, and he jolted bold awake to grab it.

"Oh, thank goodness," he breathed, sitting up and pulling the book into his lap. Then he was aware that it was morning, and that it was beautiful. Birdsong rang in the treetops. He looked about, wondering where the Guttersnipe was, expecting every moment to hear her calling across to rise and eat and get on the move. But she was nowhere in sight, and in her place sat Domitia, looking very contrite, by her dog.

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