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"
You
'll
have
to
watch
it
,
my
friend
.
They
do
n't
call
me
a
carrot-topped
Australian
actress
any
more
--
these
days
I
'm
that
lush
,
gorgeous
,
titian-haired
British
actress
,
thanks
to
my
immortal
interpretation
of
Cleopatra
.
Do
n't
tell
me
you
did
n't
know
the
critics
are
calling
me
the
most
exotic
Cleo
in
years
?
"
She
cocked
her
arms
and
hands
into
the
pose
of
an
Egyptian
hieroglyph
.
His
eyes
twinkled
.
"
Exotic
?
"
he
asked
doubtfully
.
"
Yes
,
exotic
,
"
she
said
firmly
.
*
*
*
Cardinal
Vittorio
was
dead
,
so
Rain
did
n't
go
to
Rome
very
much
anymore
.
He
came
to
London
instead
.
At
first
Justine
was
so
delighted
she
did
n't
look
any
further
than
the
friendship
he
offered
,
but
as
the
months
passed
and
he
failed
by
word
or
look
to
mention
their
previous
relationship
,
her
mild
indignation
became
something
more
disturbing
.
Not
that
she
wanted
a
resumption
of
that
other
relationship
,
she
told
herself
constantly
;
she
had
finished
completely
with
that
sort
of
thing
,
did
n't
need
or
desire
it
anymore
.
Nor
did
she
permit
her
mind
to
dwell
on
an
image
of
Rain
so
successfully
buried
she
remembered
it
only
in
traitorous
dreams
.
Those
first
few
months
after
Dane
died
had
been
dreadful
,
resisting
the
longing
to
go
to
Rain
,
feel
him
with
her
in
body
and
spirit
,
knowing
full
well
he
would
be
if
she
let
him
.
But
she
could
not
allow
this
with
his
face
overshadowed
by
Dane
's
.
It
was
right
to
dismiss
him
,
right
to
battle
to
obliterate
every
last
flicker
of
desire
for
him
.
And
as
time
went
on
and
it
seemed
he
was
going
to
stay
out
of
her
life
permanently
,
her
body
settled
into
unaroused
torpor
,
and
her
mind
disciplined
itself
to
forget
.
But
now
Rain
was
back
it
was
growing
much
harder
.
She
itched
to
ask
him
whether
he
remembered
that
other
relationship
--
how
could
he
have
forgotten
it
?
Certainly
for
herself
she
had
quite
finished
with
such
things
,
but
it
would
have
been
gratifying
to
learn
he
had
n't
;
that
is
,
provided
of
course
such
things
for
him
spelled
Justine
,
and
only
Justine
.
Pipe
dreams
.
Rain
did
n't
have
the
mien
of
a
man
who
was
wasting
away
of
unrequited
love
,
mental
or
physical
,
and
he
never
displayed
the
slightest
wish
to
reopen
that
phase
of
their
lives
.
He
wanted
her
for
a
friend
,
enjoyed
her
as
a
friend
.
Excellent
!
It
was
what
she
wanted
,
too
.
Only
...
could
he
have
forgotten
?
No
,
it
was
n't
possible
--
but
God
damn
him
if
he
had
!
The
night
Justine
's
thought
processes
reached
so
far
,
her
season
's
role
of
Lady
Macbeth
had
an
interesting
savagery
quite
alien
to
her
usual
interpretation
.
She
did
n't
sleep
very
well
afterward
,
and
the
following
morning
brought
a
letter
from
her
mother
which
filled
her
with
vague
unease
.
