I know London better than you, and I have had to earn my own living. She stepped back quickly, and her hand knocked a wine-glass from the table to smash noisily on the floor. ‘But who was he, Gerald?’ ‘A damned condottiere,’ exploded Gerald, forgetting his company. They are not your flowers.
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