“I am frightened now. She patted John's
head with her palm, its surface appealingly fuzzy. \" She opened the front
door with her keys, stepping inside. ‘Do not look at me so,’ he snapped. “Much as I hate rows, I’ve either got to make a stand or give in altogether. We can take our things up with us and
stay at the Continental or the Ritz. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called
Monsieur Valade. Her glance, absorbing the gilt letters and their significance, communicated to her
poised body a species of paralysis. Diane Vorsack clicked her tongue in a “tsk”. A
familiar ache of wanting made itself more insistent in her
belly. It dealt with fine aspects of Mr. “Yes, I will go,” she promised, with a queer little smile. I'm about to ring for supper. Barring that
the Valade fellow had sneaked back.
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