Len Deighton, Bomber

She was the daughter of their next-door neighbour if that's what you call people who own a mansion almost a mile along the lane. "I can only stay a millisecond but I must thank you for sending that divine basket of fruit." The elder Cohens had sent the fruit but Nora Ashton's eyes were on their son. She hadn't seen him since he'd gained his ... ................
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