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“You’ve no right to badger me like this, Veronica,” he said. There was a lapse of time, an interval of blackness; then he found his hand in hers and she was leading him at a run up the side of the mountain. Cathy got a second job as a receptionist. There was question in Gerald’s gaze as it met hers, and apology in his voice. They were ingenious disguises of gilt paper destructively gummed, it would seem, to Ann Veronicas’ best dancing-slippers. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. “I remember it very well indeed. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. That—that isn’t living! You are beside yourself.
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