It sounds as if it's her being stupid, not you, said Anne. An irrational dread of the unknown, of revealing any part of herself to outsiders. Don't upset yourself, David said. He opened his eyes and knew that it had all been real.
And although he drew attention as would a live panther in their midst, he seemed untouched by it, the dark still centre of a whirlpool. Not panicking, not weeping, not telling Fleur nor telephoning Anne. Karl's eyes were full of anxiety; Pierre looked gruesomely amused. You're being ridiculous! If you think that of me, it only proves I'm doing the right thing.
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