“Don’t you know, child, that this is torture for me? What in God’s name more can you have to tell me?” Her face had become almost like a marble image. She looked at him as he fingered a small switch on the side of the helicopter’s door. “I admired your sister in Paris,” he answered, “but I do not believe that I regard her now as altogether the same person. "A miserly old woman. Gerald shook his head. She sings twice a week at the ‘Ambassador’s’ and the ‘Casino Mavise’——” Sir John held up his hand.
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