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In
the
light
shade
Tommy
caught
her
up
in
his
white
-
duck
arms
and
pulled
her
around
to
him
,
looking
at
her
eyes
.
"
Don
’
t
move
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
going
to
look
at
you
a
great
deal
from
now
on
.
"
There
was
some
scent
on
his
hair
,
a
faint
aura
of
soap
from
his
white
clothes
.
Her
lips
were
tight
,
not
smiling
and
they
both
simply
looked
for
a
moment
.
"
Do
you
like
what
you
see
?
"
she
murmured
.
"
Parle
français
.
"
"
Very
well
,
"
and
she
asked
again
in
French
.
"
Do
you
like
what
you
see
?
"
He
pulled
her
closer
.
"
I
like
whatever
I
see
about
you
.
"
He
hesitated
.
"
I
thought
I
knew
your
face
but
it
seems
there
are
some
things
I
didn
’
t
know
about
it
.
When
did
you
begin
to
have
white
crook
’
s
eyes
?
"
She
broke
away
,
shocked
and
indignant
,
and
cried
in
English
:
"
Is
that
why
you
wanted
to
talk
French
?
"
Her
voice
quieted
as
the
butler
came
with
sherry
.
"
So
you
could
be
offensive
more
accurately
?
"
