"You forgot your lunch," she said. She wasn’t sure of herself when she said it. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of swig, and a toast. He climbed on top of her, pressing her into the couch cushions, the gown billowing around them like a cotton candy parachute. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that. ’ He reached into an inner pocket of his coat and brought out a packet of papers. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. “Thanks, I’m not very fond of coffee,” Anna answered, “and I hate music. ‘Indeed?’ Gerald grinned. ” “Then I,” she said, “have too much character.
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