He had gained admission somehow, and he too was waiting for Anna. “You are a dear,” she exclaimed affectionately. She was young and bright, little to no make-up except for lip-gloss, long, straight, glossy reddish blonde hair slightly past her shoulders. Concealed among the trees that edged the estate grounds, the watchers paused. One can't help being jealous, you know, even of an unworthy object. Annabel had spoken calmly enough and steadily, but his brain refused at first to accept the full meaning of her words. And the food! She and Marina had done most of the cooking at home. "I feel like work," he lied. . And behind— there was Paris, memories of amazing things, memories which made his cheeks burn and his heart beat quickly as he sat there waiting for her. I took the money myself, and ought to know.
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