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After dinner they moved into the library for brandy, and Tracy looked around at the lovely old oak-paneled room with its shelves of leather-bound volumes, the two Corots, a small Copley,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and a Reynolds. It would not have mattered to her if Charles had no money at all,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but she admitted to herself that this was going to be a very pleasant way to live.
It was almost midnight when Charles drove her back to her small apartment off Fairmount Park.
"I hope the evening wasn't too difficult for you, Tracy. Mother and Father can be a bit stiff sometimes."
"Oh, no,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], they were lovely." Tracy lied.
She was exhausted from the tension of the evening, but when they reached the door of her apartment,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], she asked,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "Are you going to come in,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], Charles?" She needed to have him hold her in his arms. She wanted him to say,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], "I love you, darling. No one in this world will ever keep us apart."
He said, "Afraid not tonight. I've got a heavy morning."
Tracy concealed her disappointment. "Of course. I understand, darling."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow." He gave her a brief kiss,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and she watched him disappear down the hallway.
The apartment was ablaze and the insistent sound of loud fire bells crashed abruptly through the silence. Tracy jerked upright in her bed, groggy with sleep, sniffing for smoke in the darkened room. The ringing continued, and she slowly became aware that it was the telephone. The bedside clock read 2:30 A.M. Her first panicky thought was that something had happened to Charles. She snatched up the phone. "Hello?"