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Marc, she was hand in hand with Jean-Paul.

Pallas gave them a cold nod. Marc’s glittering grey gaze

rested on the linked hands, then rose and looked at Kate,

contempt an

d anger in his face.

CHAPTER TEN

Pallas spoke first, breaking the silence which seemed to

lock them all together.

“Hallo, Kate—I didn’t expect to see you in Paris!” Then

she bit her lower lip, flushing, as if she would like to

recall the words.

“The concert was very exciting, wasn’t it?” Kate said

with artificial enthusiasm. She felt Jean-Paul’s fingers

growing cold against her own, but he held on tightly, as

though afraid to let go.

“Marvellous! How’s Sam?” Pallas smiled sweetly. “I do

miss him terribly, you know! And he misses me, I know,

from his letters.”

Kate blinked. She had asked Sam only the other day if

he had heard from Pallas and he had said he had not.

She knew her brother too well to doubt his word. He

would never write to a girl unless she wrote to him first.

She smiled, however. “Oh, yes, I expect he does! But he’s

back at college now, of course.” She did not add, as she

could have done, that Sam was dating two entirely

different beauty queens, one a redhead, the other a

statuesque blonde with a Swedish accent and strong

Women’s Lib views of the world.

It interested her that Pallas was refusing to look at

Jean-Paul. He might have been invisible for all the notice