‘I recall my father speaking of you as a Remenham. It reminded her of one of the old tales her mother Marina had told her about a sculptor named Farhat. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in his arms …! "I am a thief!" he whispered. He found Martin hovering around her, Brown off checking with the audio engineers. She crooked her finger. Without betraying the slightest confusion, or making a single remark, he quietly resumed his seat. A few yards further off something grey, inert, was lying, a huddled-up heap of humanity twisted into a strange unnatural shape. I hardly see you anymore.
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