Peder Severin Kroyer paintings
Pieter de Hooch paintings
Pietro Perugino paintings
Not for me,” said Angela. “I came well provisioned. I’m only here to keep you company. And there’s a Mrs. Somebody next door to me who I used to know. She’s got a private cache of all the sleeping pills in the world. I’ve made great friends with her already. I shall be all right.”
On the third day of his ordeal, the worst according to habitués of the establishment, there came a telephone call from Barbara.
“Pobble, I want to go back to London. I’m bored.”
“Bored with Aunt Barbara?”
“Not with her, with here.”
“You stay where you’re put, chattel.”
“No. Please, I want to go
“Your is where I am. You can’t come here.”
“No. I want to go to London.”
“You can’t. I sent the servants away for a fortnight.”
“Most of my friends live without servants.”
“You’ve sunk into a very low world, Babs.”
“Don’t be such an ass. Sonia Trumpington hasn’t any
Saturday, 27 September 2008
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