Sublime

Verirrt? Das war doch unmöglich! In Paris, ihrer alten Heimatstadt? Claudette Toussaint blieb stehen, schüttelte ihr dichtes braunes Haar und blickte zurück in die Gasse, die sie in diese enge Seitenstraße geführt hatte, während sie versuchte, das Gefühl der Orientierungslosigkeit zu bekämpfen. Wie konnte das nur passieren?

At the table by the hat stand the banker and his wife from Hamburg sat in silence, each reading a magazine. In Germany they had been a successful and well-established ménage à trois, but Lisa’s lover, a racially pure car salesman, had stayed behind and though he tried to take his place, the banker knew that he was failing. The walls of their small

Lady Plackett took the binoculars. Her sight was less keen than her daughter’s but she too agreed that the girl was Ruth. She turned to Miss Somerville. ‘This is unfortunate,’ she said. ‘And quite irregular. The girl is a Jewish refugee who seems to think that she is entitled to every sort of privilege.’