Rupert had the lambs and ewes moved to another field out of earshot. “That was so lovely,” she gasped. “Christ, my feet are killing me. There was something about Fen’s frozen face these days that kept men at a distance, the way Helen’s used to.
“I wouldn’t have thought the old thing had it in her. Totally unabashed, she moved a boiled sweet to the other side of her face. She insisted on lingering for hours over coffee. ”She sat on the dressing-table stool, thin bare shoulders rising out of the dark red towel, slanting eyes suspicious.
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