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“If I were James, I should come after you and marry you out of hand, Miss Pennyfeather.”
Оглавление“Why? And why do you call me Miss Pennyfeather?” Julia said, still absorbing what Ivo had just said.
“You don’t like it? But I always think of you as the magnificent Miss Pennyfeather. You are, you know, and you’re not only quite beautiful you’re—alive.”
He stopped the car in front of the house, turned toward her, slipped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her hard.
When she had her breath again, she said with a kind of stunned politeness, “Thank you for a very nice evening, Ivo.”
His face was only an inch or two from her own and he was smiling a little. “I haven’t enjoyed myself so much for a long time,” he said softly.
He got out, walked around the car and opened the door for her. She went inside the house without saying anything more, only a quiet good-night as she went up the stairs.
