CHAPTER 19
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CHARLOTTE:
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I EMERGED FROM A SLEEP so deep it was like returning from death. I would not have minded plunging back into its dark, blank depths. It was quite cool and comfortable as I was, a gentle, drifting peace. Was there any reason to move? But the surface was hovering overhead with an insistent tidal pull. I lay blinking my way slowly to wakefulness, and remembered. The motor-race. The wager with Barnato. The sea.
When I finally opened my eyes, a faint dawn was pressing against the window between the thin gap where the drapes met imperfectly. Cannes lay outside presumably. The Mediterranean. We were not in Paris anymore. There were low voices murmuring beyond the door. I raised myself up on my elbows and looked around. I was still wearing my clothes of
