Clouded by the pain, her love was overruled by her tears.
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(Monday—7:21 p.m.)
-Georgia-
A man, probably only a few years younger than her ‘grandfather’, dressed in the uniform of a butler stood behind her ‘grandfather’. In a formal, low, voice, he then asked. “Kada ćete se vratiti u Loccasiju, gospodine? (When will you come back to Loccasia, sir?)”
Sitting on the right of Dominic Yves, at the long table, Georgia kept quiet ad let them converse in a language she cannot understand.
Seeing her silence and slowly probing of her pasta with her fork, Sir Yves turned to the direction of his butler, but did not raise his head to meet his eyes. “I will stay here for four days. Tell them to reached everything.” Speaking in English to keep his granddaughter involved, he replied.
“Kako
