There is a man.” Saffronia smiled slyly. “Do go on.” “He is on the path of your life but obscured by shadows.” “They always are.” “And he is wealthy. Very wealthy.” “They always are,” I echoed with a grin. The young woman continued to stare at Saffronia’s palm. “And you will have a long life and enjoy the interests you pursue.” She twisted Saffronia’s hand to reveal the paint smudge. “And you will paint many things.” An older woman, treble the coins and jewellery hanging about her person, entered from the rear of the tent and settled down, watching. “You will be happy wherever you go,” our
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IS IT BEN. IS IT ISLINGTON.
