Laura, they've dragged out the old story again. Iris was conscious of pride in her nephew and niece. Goldstein was insisting she washthe dishes when Bernie appeared with the children. But moving into 1941, Laura was uneasy at the size of the mortgagepayments due each month.
Iris's mind careened backwards in time. Goldstein's facebetrayed her concern. When the messenger had gone, Igraine, turning to cross the courtyard, had stopped, a shadow falling across her in full sunlight, stricken with causeless fear. I want to start buying land as soon as possible.
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