''No,' said Marianne quietly, 'no, I won't be saying that. 'It was, for him, close to an apology. Both of them. Which you should have made yourself, I might say.
As theywalked to the car, her father took her other hand; shelooked up at him and managed to smile, trustingly. 'Gabriel had phoned Capital C to check how Octavia felt about his being there: she said she'd love to see him and thatof course he must come. ''Oh, God,' she said, stricken, 'how awful of me. I'm sure this won't be the last timeyou're seen on a catwalk,' Annabel was saying, smiling,kissing her.
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