She staggered to the fireplace and thrust it into the heart of the dying flames. During the wet monsoon the west beach was always littered. Much too formal for a cosy chat between old friends. She was a trained being—trained by an implacable mother to one end. ‘I’ll take wine,’ the lady said briefly, turning back instantly to Hilary.
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