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“It’s lovely,” she whispered. Already, she’d invested eighteen months of her life in Robert, and he was perfect husband material. hind, convinced that water lay hidden somewhere-her eyes sweeping from one horizon to the other. He wanted the way she looked at him, the way she was so eager to please.