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 Yes, I got it because it has significant form. He's sure to come to see you.

Campaspe adopted a more sympathetic tone. When he turns up, she said, I'll let you know.

Promise? Zimbule, with an instinctive gesture, thrust her hands forwards, and on one of her fingers Campaspe caught a glimpse of a familiar ring, a sapphire intaglio, set most curiously, and engraved with a banyan-tree, an ape, a cobra, and the motto, Fronti nulla fides.

I promise. As soon as he comes to me I shall let you know.

She kissed the child.

Campaspe went out smiling, through the polished onyx hallway, past the black attendants, to her car, standing in the warm autumn sun. She consulted her watch. She would have time to get Han Ryner's Les Paraboles cyniques, Jean de Tinan's Penses-tu réussir, and P. J. Toulet's La Jeune fille verte.

Go to Dorbon's, she commanded her chauffeur, 561 Madison Avenue.

She settled herself comfortably back against the puce-colour cloth cushions as the car drove away from Riverside Drive.