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“What do you mean you are going to England?” Meg asked, in a state of sheer panic. “Andre and Firmin are opening a new opera house in England and they asked me to be the opening act,” Christine said while packing her son Phillip’s suitcase, “I consider it a great honor. I haven’t performed in years, it will be a splendid change.” “I just hope you will stay safe, who knows what can happen.” Meg pondered aloud. She has been thinking about Christine a lot lately. It has been eight years, she thought, I now finally they might encounter each other again, should I tell her? No, I don&rs

“Just a bit further,” Christine assured me, huffing a little as she dragged her luggage along, “It should be beyond that hill over there.” Her cheeks and the tip of her nose had grown pink in the frigid air. Her brows were furrowed with exhaustion from our long walk, and it was clear that she wanted nothing more to reach the cabin, drop her bags, and collapse on the featherbed. However, despite her discomfort, she managed to maintain a cheery disposition. As you have probably guessed, that was not the case with me. “I should think that hailing a brougham would have been far more practical,” I began, nearly re