’ She sipped at the liquid in her glass, but her eyes remained fixed, rather unnervingly, on Gerald. They sat on a wooden bench that overlooked the less aromatic part of the lake, deeper and not as frequented by geese. “Can I bring you anything, sir—a whisky and soda, or a liqueur? You’ll excuse me, sir, but you haven’t touched your coffee. Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage. He motioned the young man to the rear chair, because at that hour the youth appeared to be a quantity close to zero.
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