1
He tasted of whisky and his skin was rough where he hadn’t shaved, but Mirabelle kissed him back.Sara Sheridan
2
Jack had been the love of her life and he was gone. It seemed now that there had never been bad times, though she knew that wasn’t true.
Sara Sheridan
3
Vesta was so good with paperwork — you could hand her a file of drab, seemingly dull information and she’d construct a story from it worthy of a novel.
Sara Sheridan
4
Nothing is long ago in an archive, my dear. In the records we treat the dead as same as the living.
that’s the whole point of keeping papers. It doesn’t matter if it’s a hundred years or only a few weeks. It’s all filed away, fresh as the day it went under the covers.Sara Sheridan
5
Didn’t young people care what the generation before them had achieved? And if not, why had everyone gone through those grim difficult wartime years?Sara Sheridan
6
It was nearly ten years since the peace though her memories of the war still felt fresh.Sara Sheridan
7
Covert operations relied on the unguarded slip, the unconscious choosing of one word over another.Sara Sheridan
8
The good thing about the aristocracy — German or English — was that they were easily traced, Mirabelle thought.Sara Sheridan
9
This investigation felt difficult, like driving in fog.
Sara Sheridan
10
Mirabelle was always an enigma, and he had the sense that if he pushed her, she’d bolt.Sara Sheridan
11
Food in wartime Britain, she had to admit, was hardly inspiring.Sara Sheridan
12
A chap’s impending death has a way of focusing the mind.
Sara Sheridan
13
Parisians were not easy to engage in conversation. Perhaps that was why the Resistance had been so successful.Sara Sheridan
14
If there’s one shade a woman of colour can’t wear it’s got to be the one everyone expects, hasn’t it?Sara Sheridan
15
She tried to focus on the element of riddle or at least puzzle contained in the letter and ignore the sense of doom that was sweeping through her like clouds rolling to the shore over open water.
Sara Sheridan
16
She picked up the stout and took a sip. It slid down her throat like silk.Sara Sheridan
17
Afternoon drinkers shifted in the gloom as if they sensed new blood.Sara Sheridan
18
Escapers were the cream of the crop.Sara Sheridan
19
Mirabelle sat down, dropping into the cushions like a ball being caught in a large leather glove.
Sara Sheridan
20
Reticence was clearly a national characteristic, even if the other person spoke French.Sara Sheridan