We dine at seven-thirty. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ‘But you said—’ Gerald tutted. He pointed to where the lights still burned in Anna’s windows. I have come to you for sympathy, perhaps for help. Play fair with her. Perhaps the Parisian atmosphere had affected him.
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