On the orders of Mr Jarvis, that were. Celeste introduced him to me—oh, how Celeste hated me! She must have known. Looking at this girl, a sense of failure swept over him. Art was everywhere, underfoot in the form of mosaics, overhead in the form of architecture. Why on earth couldn’t he leave her to grow in her own way? Her pride rose at the bare thought of return.
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