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It was nice to have been rescued, but why couldn’t it have been by a stranger? Why did it have to be someone who, if he remembered her at all, would have thought of her as a quiet, well-mannered girl? Now it would be as a silly, careless fool.

“Indeed it is I.” He held her by the arm.

At his hotel he ushered her across the narrow pavement and into the foyer. He turned to her, expressed the hope that she was none the worse for her ducking in the canal, and bade her goodbye.

But his large, firm hand felt strangely comforting and Daisy lingered for as long as possible in the hope of seeing him again.…