A very familiar face emerged from a crowd at the impromptu bar on the kitchen island. ” He went to the window and fidgeted with the blind, looking out to where the tree-tops of Regent’s Park showed distantly over the houses. A buxom piece, who looked, Gerald decided, as if she would be more at home in an amorous engagement in a hayloft than sitting demurely in a ballroom. It was not an affair of the conscience; it was vaguely based upon insolence and defiance. That window there…. What he needed was not a food but a flavour; and the cocoanut taste of the chestnuts soothed his burning tongue and throat. For a moment her heart seemed to stop beating. Slowly she released the hammer on the pistol, uncocking it, and Gerald became conscious that he had been holding his breath. She directed the orchestra to tune again. ’ Then memory hit and he stared at his friend. Here you only waste your time. If this is the young lady, she can perhaps calm him. That Frenchie, that’s who she is. I couldn’t rest or eat or sleep. ’ ‘A very low stratagem, Hilary,’ Gerald said, turning on his captain with mock severity.
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