Sowerbutt pulled a small box from his jacket pocket, he had
visited his jeweller friend in Paddington before just making the train at Kings
Cross. Polly’s eyes
widened. “A silver filigree and mesh bracelet, Jimmy? And
these are real diamonds. It must have cost you an absolute fortune.” Polly stood in
the middle of the lounge room, tears running down
her cheeks. Sowerbutt would never understand women. “You like it, you don’t like it. I
can change it.” “Of course, I like it, you
big oaf. I love it,” Polly beamed through her tears.
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