Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure. For hours he seemed to have pleasant dreams of open skies and airplanes, but then the dreams would disintegrate into fleshy charnel house nightmares where he could hear her calling to him through a fog. It was a society column about the richest men in the world and their lavish parties. ’ ‘A life of ease?’ repeated Melusine.
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