As she came close, he took a pace forward and seized her from behind, one
strong arm clamping her tight against his chest, the free hand seizing her about
the mouth, stifling the cry that gurgled in her throat. “We are, or rather we were, so much alike then
that the portrait of either of us would have done for the other. First-off, he had decided not to tell her what he had found at the bottom of that
manila envelope. It was an intimate smell, the
unmistakable scent of him and another woman. "
"Not for worlds!" exclaimed both ladies together. It
would have been a crisis anyhow, but it was complicated in Ann Veronica’s mind
by the fact that a letter lay on the breakfast-table from Mr. \" She said, and they walked down the pebble
stone path designed for joggers and bikers.
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