‘Étes-vous Francais?’ Her eyes, he noted, followed from himself to Hilary and back again, but she did not speak. ‘Oh my God,’ uttered Gerald in some dismay. The lunches were individual affairs: sandwiches, bottled olives and jam commandeered from the Victoria. Her tone was icy. No, never mind about thanking me. My will never faltered.
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