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Outside
their
door
,
she
leaned
for
a
moment
against
the
wall
.
Rain
loved
her
.
But
when
she
tried
to
phone
his
room
the
operator
informed
her
he
had
checked
out
,
returned
to
Bonn
.
No
matter
.
It
might
be
better
to
wait
until
London
to
see
him
,
anyway
.
A
contrite
apology
via
the
mail
,
and
an
invitation
to
dinner
next
time
he
was
in
England
.
There
were
many
things
she
did
n't
know
about
Rain
,
but
of
one
characteristic
she
had
no
doubt
at
all
;
he
would
come
,
because
he
had
n't
a
grudging
bone
in
his
body
.
Since
foreign
affairs
had
become
his
forte
,
England
was
one
of
his
most
regular
ports
of
call
.
"
You
wait
and
see
,
my
lad
,
"
she
said
,
staring
into
her
mirror
and
seeing
his
face
instead
of
her
own
.
"
I
'm
going
to
make
England
your
most
important
foreign
affair
,
or
my
name
is
n't
Justine
O'Neill
.
"
It
had
not
occurred
to
her
that
perhaps
as
far
as
Rain
was
concerned
,
her
name
was
indeed
the
crux
of
the
matter
.
Her
patterns
of
behavior
were
set
,
and
marriage
was
no
part
of
them
.
That
Rain
might
want
to
make
her
over
into
Justine
Hartheim
never
even
crossed
her
mind
.
She
was
too
busy
remembering
the
quality
of
his
kiss
,
and
dreaming
of
more
.
There
remained
only
the
task
of
telling
Dane
she
could
n't
go
to
Greece
with
him
,
but
about
this
she
was
untroubled
.
Dane
would
understand
,
he
always
did
.
Only
somehow
she
did
n't
think
she
'd
tell
him
all
the
reasons
why
she
was
n't
able
to
go
.
Much
as
she
loved
her
brother
,
she
did
n't
feel
like
listening
to
what
would
be
one
of
his
sternest
homilies
ever
.
He
wanted
her
to
marry
Rain
,
so
if
she
told
him
what
her
plans
for
Rain
were
,
he
'd
cart
her
off
to
Greece
with
him
if
it
meant
forcible
abduction
.
What
Dane
's
ears
did
n't
hear
,
his
heart
could
n't
grieve
about
.
*
*
*
"
Dear
Rain
,
"
the
note
said
.
"
Sorry
I
ran
like
a
hairy
goat
the
other
night
,
ca
n't
think
what
got
into
me
.
The
hectic
day
and
everything
,
I
suppose
.
Please
forgive
me
for
behaving
like
an
utter
prawn
.
I
'm
ashamed
of
myself
for
making
so
much
fuss
about
a
trifle
.
And
I
daresay
the
day
had
got
to
you
,
too
,
words
of
love
and
all
,
I
mean
.
So
I
tell
you
what
--
you
forgive
me
,
and
I
'll
forgive
you
.
Let
's
be
friends
,
please
.
I
ca
n't
bear
to
be
at
outs
with
you
.
Next
time
you
're
in
London
,
come
to
dinner
at
my
place
and
we
'll
formally
draft
out
a
peace
treaty
.
"
As
usual
it
was
signed
plain
"
Justine
.
"
No
words
even
of
affection
;
she
never
used
them
.
Frowning
,
he
studied
the
artlessly
casual
phrases
as
if
he
could
see
through
them
to
what
was
really
in
her
mind
as
she
wrote
.
It
was
certainly
an
overture
of
friendship
,
but
what
else
?
Sighing
,
he
was
forced
to
admit
probably
very
little
.
He
had
frightened
her
badly
;
that
she
wanted
to
retain
his
friendship
spoke
of
how
much
he
meant
to
her
,
but
he
very
much
doubted
whether
she
understood
exactly
what
she
felt
for
him
.
After
all
,
now
she
knew
he
loved
her
;
if
she
had
sorted
herself
out
sufficiently
to
realize
she
loved
him
too
,
she
would
have
come
straight
out
with
it
in
her
letter
.
Yet
why
had
she
returned
to
London
instead
of
going
to
Greece
with
Dane
?
He
knew
he
should
n't
hope
it
was
because
of
him
,
but
despite
his
misgivings
,
hope
began
to
color
his
thoughts
so
cheerfully
he
buzzed
his
secretary
.
It
was
10
A.M.
Greenwich
Mean
Time
,
the
best
hour
to
find
her
at
home
.
