'Don't worry, I'm not at all like my father. How dare you, you revolting letch, how dare you, how DARE you?' And, bursting into tears, she fled upstairs and locked herself in her bedroom. 'It's frightfully expensive in restaurants, and I already owe you for my ticket and my taxi. Hearing the chink of bottles in the director's dining-room next door, everyone perked up.
God it was turgid, longer than Gone with the Wind and infinitely less readable: all those Brownie points being notched up with promises t ''If you get American finance,' said Cameron, sharply. She was also very clumsy and hopeless at dressing herself, putting shoes on the wrong foot, clothes back to front, doing up the wrong buttons and quite unable to tie her laces. Cameron's flying out on Friday afternoon.
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