He filled her glass with champagne. Instinctively she had fallen into the posture of the poster, her hands behind her, her head bent slightly forward, her chin uplifted, her eyes bright with the drollery of the song. He laughed once or twice at himself as he paced backwards and forwards. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the bridge.
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