'Tom, are you all right? You've gone the most ghastlycolour. I'd never have put it there!''No,' he said, 'no, I don't think you would. Would she do him a greatfavour, call him from the London Wall Bank the minutethe press conference was over, tell him what had happened?'Yes, of course I will,' she said. 'We didn't want any more children.
He hadsomehow managed to fall in love with her, to be in lovewith her, while hardly knowing her at all. Goodbye, MrsFleming. Her phone rang; it was Louise. Whether you ask meor not.
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