Occasionally the flames would bend, twist and writhe crazily as the punka-boy bestirred himself. . ‘You won’t get a thing out of her. ’ ‘Why should Gérard care?’ sneered Gosse. Annabel set her teeth hard, and turned fiercely towards Anna. And empty. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid. She could smell his cologne underneath his collar, or perhaps his aftershave.
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