The flicker of an eyelash might
betray his presence. “WHAT a place!
“Stuffy isn’t the word for it. Her fingers found the lump she sought and, with a little effort, she
dragged out the black-wrapped foil. Whenever ecstasy—
any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions
eased the pressure. "
"Who told you this is his portrait?" demanded Trenchard. . She grew perhaps a shade paler,
and she glanced out into the street, where her four-wheeler cab, laden with
luggage, was still waiting. All my personal effects to be left in charge of the
nearest American Consulate. White assured her. At any
rate, it would be good to hear him saying the sort of things he did—perhaps now
she would grasp them better—with this world-shaking secret brandishing itself
about inside her head within a yard of him. “Indeed,” she said, “I would not.
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