“We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. Ten thousand islands, and each one good for a night's rest. He felt her warm breath upon his cheek, the perfume of her hair as she leaned over him. They sold him the whisky. " "Sir," said the chief turnkey, indignantly. . ’ ‘I find that difficult to believe,’ snapped the general, jerking to and fro as his agitation mounted. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets.
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