by jeremy witherington
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so, we understand each other.
molotov nodded.
after a pause he said, victory will not come without sacrifice.
that is quite true, lord curzon agreed.
my business is finished here, molotov said. i may as well leave.
without another word he got up and left.
a door opened behind lord curzon and catherine stepped into the office.
how perfectly excruciating, she said.
it is just his way, lord curzon murmured.
all these understandings, catherine grumbled. i could use a little excitement.
the time for excitement will come, lord curzon assured her.
there was nothing more to say.
catherine looked out the window. it was a gray morning, with the threat of eternal rain.
all the same, she thought, the ceremony might have been performed with a bit less pomp. or. perhaps, even more pomp.
if it was going to be a show, why not a real show?
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