His diminutive hand flew out from behind his back like a wounded bird. I don’t mind it. Something in her tone made him look up. It was an overcast day, albeit not foggy, and the electric light shades glowed warmly, and an Italian waiter with insufficient English took Ramage’s orders, and waited with an appearance of affection. The dizziness made the trees sickening, the smell of Michelle’s perfume soapy and revolting. He smiled inwardly.
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