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Shall we dance?

Cynthia asked: ‘Are you sure you don’t want to dance, Albrecht?’ ‘If you wish a partner, I should be honoured. But I have not danced for many years.’ ‘I’ll spare your weary bones,’ she said....

Hand in hand

Albrecht came out of the pavilion and walked down the veranda steps. He smiled at them easily. ‘Good morning! You have all enjoyed your swimming, I hope.’ ‘First class,’ Peter said. ‘Are you going to...

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Captain of the team

Heather flopped beside Cynthia with a grunt of relief. ‘I think I did stay in too long. Now I feel deliciously weak in the legs.’ ‘You’re certainly a glutton,’ Cynthia said, ‘for physical exercise.’ ‘Yes,...

Like a mermaid

Cynthia and Peter tired of swimming before Heather did. They changed into clothes and then sat in deck-chairs on the edge of the pool, watching her enthusiastic cavortings. She went prowling, mermaid-like, along the bottom...

A different woman

‘What was all this about skeletons? She talks so fast I can’t understand her half the time.’ This was the natural moment to tell Henry about it – lightly, for their joint amusement. The excuse...

Until the Day of Wrath

He touched her elbow to guide her away from the pool; his hand was rough against her flesh. They walked through the shrubbery and came out into the parkland which made up the greater part...

Anyone for tennis?

Albrecht asked her: ‘You had made plans as to what you would do this morning?’ ‘I thought I might go for a walk. It’s such a lovely day.’ The inquiry was innocent enough, but it...

Magic paintings

Henry held the lamp over the hole. In a moment Albrecht’s silver-grey head emerged from the chimney’s constriction, and shortly afterwards he hauled himself out to stand beside them. ‘Not the most comfortable route,’ he...