“More than enough. I never realized until this moment... ” “How good it
is just to be with you...” “Like this...” “It’s more than enough.”
But suddenly he turned and looked at her and she moved quickly away.
“Have a cigarette? I’ll put the kettle on. Are you longing for tea?”
“No. Not longing.” “Well, I am.” “Oh, you.” He thumped the Armenian
cushion and flung on to the sommier. “You’re a perfect little Chinese.”
“Yes, I am,” she laughed. “I long for tea as strong men long for wine.”
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