"Who are you, senor?” asked the attractive raven-haired woman, her green eyes flashing. “Jimmy or James, ma’am, whichever you prefer. I was called in to help out some old mates with some shifting, carrying and protection, they said. Funny old place Wales, now we’re finally here after twisting and turning along the goat tracks. Never been out of the Smoke before, myself, apart from a few day-trips to the seaside,” Sowerbutt grinned.
“Never been out of the Smoke, you say senor?” She stepped very close to Sowerbutt and studied his lean, handsome face, staring into his piercing eyes. “I have a good eye and a good memory for the faces. On Generalissimo Franco’s desk in the grand palace in Salamanca was a photograph framed in gold. One of his favourites. The famous General Moscardo, the hero of Alcazar, as well as his beautiful daughter who was with him in the bloody siege, and her husband, who was an English, I remember. A handsome man, he looked like you. You are a tall handsome man, no?" http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-Lemon-Surrender-1940-ebook/dp/B008USR7FA
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