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CHRISTINA held the basket almost defensively in front of her, both hands gripping the handle tightly. ‘Yes, senhor!’ she responded automatically, more calmly than she felt. All of a sudden she could feel the panic which had assailed her the other evening on the beach when confronted by his almost sinister attraction, and she wondered what it was about him that disturbed her so. His dark clothes fitted him so well, while she was intensely conscious of the faded cotton of her dress and the shortness of its skirt.

‘And now you know who I am, do you not?’ he continued, glancing round meaningfully towards his sleek limousine.

Christina made an indifferent gesture. ‘I suppose you must be Dom Carlos Ramirez,’ she conceded reluctantly.