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We must go carefully

Albrecht went next, and looked up to Cynthia. He said: ‘Come, my dear.’ She felt a shiver of fear as she dropped. Her nerves were jarred by the continuous roar of water. As she reached...

All that I want

She looked at the profile of his face in the moonlight; at that moment the deeply drawn lines seemed to be smoothed out. It was the face of a young man. She asked impulsively: ‘How...

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...