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"
It
inflames
the
senses
,
such
a
busy
color
.
"
"
You
're
teasing
me
,
"
she
said
,
disgusted
,
climbing
into
his
Mercedes
limousine
,
which
had
a
German
pennant
fluttering
from
its
bonnet
talisman
.
"
When
did
you
get
the
little
flag
?
"
"
When
I
got
my
new
post
in
the
government
.
"
"
No
wonder
I
rated
a
mention
in
the
News
of
the
World
!
Did
you
see
it
?
"
"
You
know
I
never
read
rags
,
Justine
.
"
"
Well
,
nor
do
I
;
someone
showed
it
to
me
,
"
she
said
,
then
pitched
her
voice
higher
and
endowed
it
with
a
shabby-genteel
,
fraightfully
naice
accent
.
"
What
up-and-coming
carrot-topped
Australian
actress
is
cementing
very
cordial
relations
with
what
member
of
the
West
German
cabinet
?
"
"
They
ca
n't
be
aware
how
long
we
've
known
each
other
,
"
he
said
tranquilly
,
stretching
out
his
legs
and
making
himself
comfortable
.
Justine
ran
her
eyes
over
his
clothes
with
approval
;
very
casual
,
very
Italian
.
He
was
rather
in
the
European
fashion
swim
himself
,
daring
to
wear
one
of
the
fishing-net
shirts
which
enabled
Italian
males
to
demonstrate
the
hairiness
of
their
chests
.
"
You
should
never
wear
a
suit
and
collar
and
tie
,
"
she
said
suddenly
.
"
No
?
Why
not
?
"
