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For
the
first
time
in
ten
years
she
was
under
the
sway
of
a
personality
other
than
her
husband
’
s
.
Everything
Tommy
said
to
her
became
part
of
her
forever
.
They
drank
the
bottle
of
wine
while
a
faint
wind
rocked
the
pine
needles
and
the
sensuous
heat
of
early
afternoon
made
blinding
freckles
on
the
checkered
luncheon
cloth
.
Tommy
came
over
behind
her
and
laid
his
arms
along
hers
,
clasping
her
hands
.
Their
cheeks
touched
and
then
their
lips
and
she
gasped
half
with
passion
for
him
,
half
with
the
sudden
surprise
of
its
force
.
.
.
.
"
Can
’
t
you
send
the
governess
and
the
children
away
for
the
afternoon
?
"
"
They
have
a
piano
lesson
.
Anyhow
I
don
’
t
want
to
stay
here
.
"
"
Kiss
me
again
.
"
A
little
later
,
riding
toward
Nice
,
she
thought
:
So
I
have
white
crook
’
s
eyes
,
have
I
?
Very
well
then
,
better
a
sane
crook
than
a
mad
puritan
.
His
assertion
seemed
to
absolve
her
from
all
blame
or
responsibility
and
she
had
a
thrill
of
delight
in
thinking
of
herself
in
a
new
way
.
New
vistas
appeared
ahead
,
peopled
with
the
faces
of
many
men
,
none
of
whom
she
need
obey
or
even
love
.
She
drew
in
her
breath
,
hunched
her
shoulders
with
a
wriggle
and
turned
to
Tommy
.
"
Have
we
GOT
to
go
all
the
way
to
your
hotel
at
Monte
Carlo
?
"
He
brought
the
car
to
a
stop
with
a
squeak
of
tires
.
