[MaC] "I didn't know..." [LONG]

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> She fought - oh, how fiercely she fought that silent battle for life. 
> But her hairs fell forward over that face that was lovely no more as she 
> slowly grew still, and limp in his hands. And then there was no 
> movement, no more hoarse breath. She was resting against him, as she 
> should always have rested, gentle, biddable. A moment, an eternal 
> moment, when she was utterly his. 
> 
> Then the record came to an end, and Philip was once again in the here 
> and now, with Anton's cigarette still smouldering in the ashtray and 
> Nola dead in his arms. 

"Dear God," Arabella murmured, almost under her breath. Her heart went out, in a brief, instinctive moment, to all of them... to Nola Diamond, who had died too young, too brutally, as so many were dying, to this poor, anguished, young man, maimed in both body and soul, to Esme Fitzroy, to her own daughter, who felt so trapped by duty and tradition... to all of them. Instinctively, her eyes went to Michael's face, searching for something - perhaps wisdom, perhaps simply understanding...
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