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You've done nothing wrong. Oh yes, go and cry on Anne's shoulder, as if you were the one who's been wronged. Edward looked up at Charlotte, squinting a little in the sunlight. The only thing in which Elizabeth had ever failed was the attempt to mould Charlotte to her own design.

Charlotte was the scapegoat; he was still the angelic guest, incapable of wrong. She parked some distance away and walked up the path until she found David, sitting on a folding stool under the scant cover of bushes. From the corner of her eye Charlotte saw the owner pause in the act of laying a table, slightly startled at this public display, shaking his head indulgently. They made a colourful group, all dressed as characters from The Three Musketeers; David was d'Artagna