Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. He devoured her with his eyes too, his shyness not able to disguise his furtive glances at the curvy outline of her breast against the imitation silk, his memory still exquisitely tortured by her movements in the miniskirt. Stanley and his sister into a taxicab, and had waved an amiable farewell from the pavement steps. Of all the entirely English women I know, you’re the only one with a French accent. “Bother it all!” she swore. Sir John heard gossip about us—about Anna the recluse, a paragon of virtue, and Annabel alias ‘Alcide’ a dancer at the cafés chantants, and concerning whom there were many stories which were false, and a few—which were true. Gerald perhaps would know how to find him.
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