We middle-aged fools and we old fools can no longer dream. James’ Park?” Anna nodded, and made a careful selection from a dish of quails. She wondered why he was so distinctive, so unlike other men, and it never occurred to her for some time that this might be because she was falling in love with him. She cursed the treachery of memory, its frailty and spottiness. What happened at Dollis Hill.
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