第5部分

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person　Blair　had

spoken　to　had　been　unfailingly　polite。

Of　course　they　had　been？she？d　only　talked　to　salespeople　who　worked　on　mission。

Blair　checked　her　cell　again：　no　messages。　She　tossed　the　phone　back　into　her　bag。　She

understood　that　a　gentleman　had　to　pay　extra　attention　to　his　guest？family　was　very　important　to

the　English　upper　class？and　Camilla　was　lovely；　really。　She　really　was。　Even　if　she　did　look　like　a

blond　cartoon　freakworm。　And　Blair　understood；　really　she　did。　But　she　was　ready　to　spice　things

up　a　little；　and　the　more　Lord　Marcus　made　her　wait；　the　more　fidgety　and　eager　she　got。　Maybe

the　whole　thing　was　just　a　ploy　to　turn　her　on　as　much　as　possible？

Um；　maybe。

Strolling　down　the　street　in　the　general　direction　of　her　hotel；　Blair　felt　like　a　cross　between　Julia

Roberts　inPretty　Woman　？the　scene　where　she　goes　shopping　in　a　giant　black　wide…brimmed　hat

and　has　all　the　Rodeo　Drive　salespeople　waiting　on　her　hand　and　foot？and　Audrey　Hepburn　inMy

Fair　Lady　；　the　beautiful　Cockney　waif　who　rises　from　obscurity　on　the　streets　of　London　to

bee　the　toast　of　the　town。　Except　Blair　was　neither　a　prostitute　nor　a　waif　from　the　gutter。

Details；　details。

She　glanced　up　and　down　the　street；　but　every　store　window；　every　awning；　looked　familiar。　Had

she　really　made　it　toall　the　stores　in　the　neighborhood？　Finding　great　clothes　in　London　was　easy；

and　the　exchange　rate　made　it　even　better。　Blair　noticed　it　the　minute　she　arrived；　she　had　to　get

cash　for　a　taxi　and　was　surprised　at　how　many　bright；　pretty　pastel…colored　bills　she　got　in

exchange　for　her　boring　old　U。S。　dollars。　The　teller　at　the　bank　even　gave　her　a　handful　of