The helicopter lifted from her hand and hovered in the air. From me. ” “You are wonderful!” she murmured. “I mean REALLY independent. ‘A little promenade, madame?’ Madame Valade rose from the chintz-covered chair with alacrity and a little rustle of her silken petticoats. I packed them with the other few things I owned.
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