"Who are you, senor?” asked the raven-haired woman, her green eyes flashing. “James, ma’am. I was called in to help out some mates with a spot of shifting, carrying and protection. Funny place Wales, now we’re finally here after twisting and turning along the goat tracks. Never been out of the Smoke before, apart from a few day-trips to the seaside,” Sowerbutt grinned.
“Never been out of the Smoke, senor?” She stepped 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 at Salamanca was a photograph framed in gold. One of his favourites. 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. 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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