The Wistful Voyage
The sea did not end at Harwich; it began there, in the grey-light slant of a January afternoon, when Arthur Penhaligon-Vance stood on the breakwater and watched the last freighter disappear into the North Sea fog the way Margaux Duval-Lacombe had disappeared eleven months and three weeks ago. He had been a translator all his life—French into English, Latin into something that sounded like...
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