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For the whole of the following week, Yvette was by turns swayed by artistic frustration, restlessness and the yearning promise of Varg. Now she was standing outside the Fremantle Town Hall, a neo-classical mock-stone building with Corinthian pilasters, pediment windows and heavily moulded architraves. This was her first visit to Fremantle and she was delighted to be surrounded by an abundance of fine old buildings, all of them at least two-storeys high. Even the train station, a stone building with an impressive redbrick and stone façade, had an air of grandeur so lacking in the suburbs of Perth, and an authenticity absent in faux Tudor London Court. In King’s Square, giant fig trees offered that welcome respite of shade. As daylight began to fade, streetlights illumed the church tha
