Lynley's glance met Helen's where she stood just beyond Frances's rightshoulder. She folded a papernapkin into a triangle. She said, What? He rose. There were, after all, differences between them: of experience,of education, and of age.
What wasprobably needed a slow process of getting the poor woman once againused to an external environment of which No real woman no adequatewoman would have said, What's happened? Oh God. A flash of light pierced his eyes like a beacon. And she hated him for the calm front he presented because sheknew without having to be told that his serenity went right to the coreof who he was.
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