Karl shut his eyes for a moment, weighed down by dark hopelessness, soothed by Charlotte's touch. If you only saw the way he looks at me! You're right, Fleur. Someone pulled back the curtains and silver light spilled into the room, dazzling. Didn't Sally take your coat? I let myself in, said Charlotte, hanging up her coat and hat.
She scanned the letter once, then read out in a level voice: My dearest Charlotte, But with Karl… with Karl it was worse. I think it's Pierre. That makes it even more amusing.
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