Rupert claims he’s never heard of it. Suddenly, as the gold hand of the church clock edged towards eleven o’clock, there was a murmur of excitement as a dark blue Porsche drew up. “Congratulations,” said Helen. Leaving them all gassing together, he took half a bottle of champagne into the shower.
“She’s a Machiavellian old monster,” said Helen. ” The General, in true Spanish tradition, was late. Had he really been there at all? Did he really love her and want to marry her? She felt bitterly ashamed of the resentment she felt that he’d gone to look after Tory. As he came out of the ring, Rupert patted Revenge consolingly, determined to refute any charges of cruelty, knowing the television cameras were still on him.
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