‘Bête,’ she flung at him. She addressed Ann Veronica with
an air of conveying great open secrets to her. It was then, I am sure, empty. Sebastian drank deeply and quickly of her
blood. Bought her a nose job for her
sixteenth birthday along with a car, I forget what model,
but it was a nice car, a Mercedes convertible. “You are coming in,
aren’t you, Sydney?”
“If I may,” he answered. And it is not at all his affair. His eyes flashed
as he turned towards her. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the
correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly
gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. There was a coffee equipage on the table, and some
sandwiches, and the fire had been recently made up. The third item she took with a trembling hand by its waistbelt. Ann Veronica paused before she answered. ‘I do not steal,’ declared the lady hotly.
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