Cameron turned the picture to the wall. ''Don't be silly, Bas,' said Monica briskly. In a final entry he wrote:The romance of boating is gone now. ' To a restaurant?' 'No, a private house.
He's very old. The chestnut candles were shedding their white petals along his drive, a couple of horses blinked in the gloom. 'Good party,' said Sarah. From the depths of the sofa, he seemed to Cameron almost to touch the ceiling, his massive rugger player's shoulders blocking out the light, his face bleak and uncompromising.
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