Barbara Taylor Bradford
Remember
Copyright
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Previously published in paperback by Grafton 1992
Reprinted three times Special overseas edition 1992
First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1991
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This is a work of fiction. The situations and scenes described, other than historical events, are all imaginary. With the exception of well-known historical figures, none of the characters portrayed is based on real people, but were created from the imagination of the author. Any similarity, therefore, to those living or dead is purely coincidental.
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Ebook Edition © JUNE 2011 ISBN 9780007396238
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This book is for my husband Robert,
who fights the good fight, with my love and admiration.
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.
Christina Rossetti
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Epigraph
Part One Comrades-in-Arms
One
Sleep eluded her.
Two
It was a balmy night, almost sultry.
Three
Cleeland Donovan sat on one of the ledges encircling the…
Four
The killing began just after ten o’clock on Saturday night.
Five
Nicky was in and out of Tiananmen for the next…
Part Two Lovers
Six
It was Cézanne country, Van Gogh country, so Clee had…
Seven
The scream shattered her nightmare.
Eight
Clee stood staring at the dozen or so transparencies arranged…
Nine
It was drawing close to dusk when Clee finally left…
Ten
‘What Guillaume told you is true, Mademoiselle Nicky,’ Amelia said,…
Eleven
‘Think of it, Nicky, I was only four years old…
Twelve
She floated towards him in the water.
Thirteen
‘Eh voilà, Mademoiselle! Your American picnic,’ Clee said, placing the…
Fourteen
Holding hands, they walked slowly down the Cours Mirabeau, the…
Fifteen
Clee paused in the doorway of the library and leaned…
Sixteen
The interior of the restaurant was equally as eye-catching as…
Seventeen
‘This is one of the best scripts you’ve ever written,…
Eighteen
After lunch at the Four Seasons, Nicky went shopping at…
Part Three Conspirators
Nineteen
The house where Anne Devereaux lived was old, very old:…
Twenty
Nicky had not been in this house for almost three…
Twenty-One
Nicky sat in the window seat in her room, staring…
Twenty-Two
An hour later, at about seven o’clock, having changed from…
Twenty-Three
‘Anne, I’d like to talk to you about something,’ Nicky…
Twenty-Four
Nicky went for a walk through the grounds of Pullenbrook…
Twenty-Five
On Monday night Nicky caught the last flight to Rome.
Twenty-Six
After she had hung up, Nicky sat staring at the…
Twenty-Seven
That afternoon Nicky flew from Rome to Athens.
Twenty-Eight
It only occurred to Nicky that she really was being…
Twenty-Nine
The news about Yoyo had lifted Nicky’s spirits; it had…
Thirty
Javier opened the door of the apartment with his own…
Part Four Enemies and Friends
Thirty-One
It was that time of the year when Parisians have…
Thirty-Two
Nicky felt her mood changing the minute she opened the…
Thirty-Three
‘After Mai die in Xiehe Hospital I take her body…
Thirty-Four
Anne Devereaux had been on Nicky’s mind ever since Madrid,…
Thirty-Five
Like Pullenbrook, Anne’s flat in Eaton Square