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''The Zionist,'' Marina murmured. |
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Camilla regarded the Russian speculatively. The knowledge of a meeting between Morgan and Grau might be more valuable than Camilla had assumed. What should she ask for this time? |
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"What are you thinking?" Marina asked. |
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That was a question Camilla had learned at a very early age never to answer directly. She answered with a question of her own. "You want to be kept informed about Colonel Morgan's activities?" |
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"Yes," Marina said. "For the time being, give me daily reports. More frequent, if you can manage it." |
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"That will be expensive," Camilla said happily. |
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"I know. I have learned that in the United States, all good things cost a great deal of money." |
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"Which is another way of saying I am greedy?" |
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"Of course you are. It is part of your charm." |
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"What will you do with the information?" |
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"To use your own bureaucratic phrase: you have no need to know. Now, tell me everything. I have arrangements to make." |
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"Tonight?" In spite of herself, Camilla was disappointed, and showed it. "I hoped we might spend an hour or two upstairs." |
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Marina smiled. "What a fine idea. But I had to spend this afternoon fucking a pig. Tonight, business before pleasure. Or, as your own clever people may have said, 'Geschaft vorher cunnilingus.'" |
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