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“Rubbish!” he answered. She could feel his eyes surreptiously scanning her backside. “Come,” he said, “you can’t be meaning to bury yourself. ’ He closed the panel and came slowly out of the little dressing-room, Roding at his heels. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. I like such interviews. But you have, haven’t you?’ He tutted again. Martha had the square look of solid English citizenry, which was not deceiving.
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