![]() I raised an eyebrow here and dropped a dry little laugh there, and pretty soon we were both openly raking Mrs Willard over the coals and I thought, “This Constantin won’t mind if I’m too tall and don’t know enough languages and haven’t been to Europe, he’ll see through all that stuff to what I really am.”Ĭonstantin drove me to the UN in his old green convertible with cracked, comfortable brown leather seats and the top down. He had what no American man I’ve ever met has had, and that’s intuition.įrom the start Constantin guessed I wasn’t any protégée of Mrs Willard’s. He could almost have been an American, he was so tan and had such good teeth, but I could tell straight away that he wasn’t. Of course, Constantin was much too short, but in his own way he was handsome, with light brown hair and dark blue eyes and a lively, challenging expression. ![]()
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