The Invitation: Escape with this epic, page-turning summer holiday read. Lucy Foley

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       Chapter 20

      

       Chapter 21

      

       Part Three

      

       Chapter 22

      

       Chapter 23

      

       Chapter 24

      

       Chapter 25

      

       Chapter 26

      

       Chapter 27

      

       Chapter 28

      

       Chapter 29

      

       Chapter 30

      

       Chapter 31

      

       Chapter 32

      

       Chapter 33

      

       Part Four

      

       Chapter 34

      

       Chapter 35

      

       Chapter 36

      

       Chapter 37

      

       Chapter 38

      

       Chapter 39

      

       Part Five

      

       Chapter 40

      

       Chapter 41

      

       Chapter 42

      

       Part Six

      

       Chapter 43

      

       Epilogue

      

       Acknowledgements

      

       Read on to Enjoy an Extract From Lucy Foley’s Sweeping New Historical Novel

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       About the Author

      

       Also by Lucy Foley

      

       About the Publisher

       PROLOGUE

      Essaouira, Morocco, 1955

      Essaouira feels like the end of the world. It takes several hours in a bus or car from Marrakech, along a bone-jarring route that is more track than road. Once here the sweep of the Atlantic confronts you, buffeted by the omnipresent wind. Forbidding and grey as an old schoolmistress.

      The town itself is governed by this sea: salt-sprayed and windblown, a straggling stretch of white and blue. From the roof terrace of my building you can see the wide boulevards that surround the souks. Then the smaller, serpentine passages within them, hedged on either side by riotous piles of wares. But the market here is a much less fractious place than that of Marrakech, where the stallholders wheedle and heckle. Perhaps it is that the pace of life is slower than it is there – than it is, really, in any other place I have visited in my life. There are a few other Western expats here, like me. Most are exiles in some respect, though the causes are perhaps too diverse for generalization:

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