Somewhere In France: A Novel Of The Great War - Plot & Excerpts
He certainly hadn’t ordered anything, for the ridiculously lavish suite that Edward had reserved was stocked with enough towels, pillows, toiletries, reading materials, wine, and spirits to last a month, let alone three days. Perhaps it was a mistake. The knock sounded again. It was not the discreet tap of a servant. He cast aside his newspaper, a copy of yesterday’s Times, and strode to the door, ready to send whoever it was on their way. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Lilly, her hand raised in midair, interrupted before she could rap on the door a third time. “Hello, Robbie.” He stood there, staring at her, until he finally remembered his manners. “Hello, Lilly. This is . . .” “A surprise.” “That it is.” Astonishment gave way to delight, and then delight, just as swiftly, was replaced by anger. “What are you doing here?”
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