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She was, as Capes had said, a hard young woman. She hunted the markets for bread and treats so they could feast during the day. But the free arm of the stranger hit him a flail-like blow on the chest and sent him sprawling into the yielding sand. Next instant he had her immobilised, her hands behind her back, her chest crushed to his, the white veil slipping once again. She had in her suitcase a small scrapbook, only a few pages, what little information she had gathered on him through the years. Flesh and blood, vivid, alluring; she was no longer the symbol, therefore she had become, as in the twinkling of an eye, an utter stranger. Her long incarceration at the convent in Blaye had taught her to be dismissive of her own appearance. “Thanks to you. These dinners, from their lavish display of ambiguous hors d’oeuvre to their skimpy ices in dishes of frilled paper, with their Chianti flasks and Parmesan dishes and their polyglot waiters and polyglot clientele, were very funny and bright; and she really liked Ramage, and valued his help and advice. Sure of foot, noiseless, he made the veranda and paused at the side of one of the screened windows. “I would like to go home,” she cried, “to please her. My address is 94, Pall Mall. I was his wife.
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