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s, Dilly and Jennifer were eyeing him. Jennifer leaned forward to Dilly and breathlessly uttered


“Do you know if Sir Pullmeoff takes a wife in Moscow?”
“Do you know Jennifer, I do not know that”. Dilly realised that it was a question she desperately wanted to ask but couldn’t. She knew he had wicked intentions and after her many, many ordeals at the hands of Farcy, she planned to make their relationship during his visit one of a purely platonic nature. But as she dropped slices of lemon and cucumber into her tea, she felt a familiar yearning. She knew she was lying to herself and with a stomach churning pang as she looked at her husband, she knew she was lying to dear George, too.
The grand, ivory steamer chugged up to the jetty and with merriment the party goers boarded. The boat left the jetty and sailed across the picturesque lake. A quartet played and the company strolled along the decks chatting and joking. George and Dilly were sat with Jennifer and her fiancée Count Bumton. Vladimir impressed some débutantes with his balls. He was a fine juggler, Dilly noted.
As the sun began to set, the captain rang the gong for dinner and George made a toast. In his toast he toasted his wife. Dilly loved the toast. The toast made her feel guilty, however. The toast was a toast for her. He was toasting her and Vladimir. “How dreadfully symbolic”, she thought.. “that toast..”.
The company was winding down. They were sitting on piles or ornate cushions from the orient on the deck. Having baths in candle light.
Dilly could hear their voices, she could see their mouths move but her mind was with Vladimir. She looked across the deck and spied him. He was languishing sultrily on the cushions with his legs spread wide apart in the manly fashion looking dark and sultry with several women fawning over him. Racked with guilt, she got up to take her leave of the scene.
“Excuse me George dear heart, I am going to get some air”.
George looked concerned but before he could thwart her escape with a reverie of loving enquiries his attention was stolen by Lord Bothington-Smythe (he of the Aquiline nose) who was interested in his shee

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love Is... is the name of a comic strip created by New Zealand cartoonist Kim Casali (née Grove) in the late 1960s.^[1][2][3] The strip is syndicated worldwide by Tribune Media Services.^[1] The cartoons originated from a series of love notes that Grove drew for her future husband, Roberto Casali. The strip was first published in 1970, under the pen name "Kim", and was syndicated soon after. One of her most famous drawings, "Love Is...being able to say you are sorry", published on February 9, 1972, was marketed internationally for many years in print, on cards and on souvenirs. The beginning of the strip coincided closely with the 1970 film Love Story. The film's signature line is "Love means never having to say you're sorry." At the height of their popularity in the 1970s the cartoons were earning Casali £4-5 million annually.^[4]

Roberto Casali was diagnosed with terminal cancer in 1975 and Kim stopped working on the cartoon to spend more time with him.^[5] Casali commissioned London-based British cartoonist Bill Asprey to take over the writing and drawing of the daily cartoons for her, under her pen name.^[6] Asprey has produced the cartoon continuously since 1975.^[7] Upon her death in 1997, Casali's son Stefano took over Minikim, the company which handles the intellectual rights.

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