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“Well, aren’t you going to ask me if I had a pleasant weekend?”
Оглавление“I did want to,” she told him spiritedly, “but I didn’t feel like being snubbed.”
He moved very fast; he was beside her almost before she had finished speaking. She hadn’t bargained for it and he was far too near for her peace of mind, and that peace was wholly shattered when he kissed her quite fiercely on her mouth, all without saying a word. He was back in the hall again while she was still blinking over it.
“I’m going to have something to eat,” he then told her in a perfectly ordinary voice.
