Out of the window he could see a posse of lovable mongrels scampering across the water meadows after an aniseed trail, being pursued by a panting camera crew. Bastard, thought Cameron, but she was too proud to ask where he was. ''What a lovely house, really Gothic,' said Hazel in awe as they went into the sitting-room. It was not until the syllabub had been handed round in tall glasses that Bas Baddingham, who was among other things a partner in a local estate agents, made an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
The heavy frost had made the white valley look so beautiful that morning. 'How, thought Cameron furiously, can I possibly keep up Taggie O'Hara standards when I get fucked about like this? Then she re on Saturday morning to thank God he wouldn't ever have to work for Tony again, before falling back to sleep. Ahead, a copse of poplars, rising like flaming amber swords, was wafting balsam down the woodland ride towards her, evoking
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