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      Barbara Taylor Bradford

      Remember

      Copyright

      Published by HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd

       1 London Bridge Street London SE1 9GF www.harpercollins.co.uk

      Previously published in paperback by Grafton 1992

       Reprinted three times Special overseas edition 1992

      First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 1991

      REMEMBER. Copyright © Barbara Taylor Bradford 1991. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of HarperCollins e-books

      Barbara Taylor Bradford asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

      This is a work of fiction. The situations and scenes described, other than historical events, are all imaginary. With the exception of well-known historical figures, none of the characters portrayed is based on real people, but were created from the imagination of the author. Any similarity, therefore, to those living or dead is purely coincidental.

      ISBN 0 586 07036 2

      Ebook Edition © JUNE 2011 ISBN 9780007396238

      Version: 2017-11-14

      This book is for my husband Robert,

       who fights the good fight, with my love and admiration.

      Remember me when I am gone away,

       Gone far away into the silent land; When you can no more hold me by the hand, Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay. Remember me when no more day by day You tell me of our future that you plann’d: Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve: For if the darkness and corruption leave A vestige of the thoughts that once I had, Better by far you should forget and smile Than that you should remember and be sad.

      Christina Rossetti

      Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

      Copyright

      Dedication

      Epigraph

      

      Part One Comrades-in-Arms

      One

      Sleep eluded her.

      Two

      It was a balmy night, almost sultry.

      Three

      Cleeland Donovan sat on one of the ledges encircling the…

      Four

      The killing began just after ten o’clock on Saturday night.

      Five

      Nicky was in and out of Tiananmen for the next…

      Part Two Lovers

      Six

      It was Cézanne country, Van Gogh country, so Clee had…

      Seven

      The scream shattered her nightmare.

      Eight

      Clee stood staring at the dozen or so transparencies arranged…

      Nine

      It was drawing close to dusk when Clee finally left…

      Ten

      ‘What Guillaume told you is true, Mademoiselle Nicky,’ Amelia said,…

      Eleven

      ‘Think of it, Nicky, I was only four years old…

      Twelve

      She floated towards him in the water.

      Thirteen

      ‘Eh voilà, Mademoiselle! Your American picnic,’ Clee said, placing the…

      Fourteen

      Holding hands, they walked slowly down the Cours Mirabeau, the…

      Fifteen

      Clee paused in the doorway of the library and leaned…

      Sixteen

      The interior of the restaurant was equally as eye-catching as…

      Seventeen

      ‘This is one of the best scripts you’ve ever written,…

      Eighteen

      After lunch at the Four Seasons, Nicky went shopping at…

      Part Three Conspirators

      Nineteen

      The house where Anne Devereaux lived was old, very old:…

      Twenty

      Nicky had not been in this house for almost three…

      Twenty-One

      Nicky sat in the window seat in her room, staring…

      Twenty-Two

      An hour later, at about seven o’clock, having changed from…

      Twenty-Three

      ‘Anne, I’d like to talk to you about something,’ Nicky…

      Twenty-Four

      Nicky went for a walk through the grounds of Pullenbrook…

      Twenty-Five

      On Monday night Nicky caught the last flight to Rome.

      Twenty-Six

      After she had hung up, Nicky sat staring at the…

      Twenty-Seven

      That afternoon Nicky flew from Rome to Athens.

      Twenty-Eight

      It only occurred to Nicky that she really was being…

      Twenty-Nine

      The news about Yoyo had lifted Nicky’s spirits; it had…

      Thirty

      Javier opened the door of the apartment with his own…

      Part Four Enemies and Friends

      Thirty-One

      It was that time of the year when Parisians have…

      Thirty-Two

      Nicky felt her mood changing the minute she opened the…

      Thirty-Three

      ‘After Mai die in Xiehe Hospital I take her body…

      Thirty-Four

      Anne Devereaux had been on Nicky’s mind ever since Madrid,…

      Thirty-Five

      Like Pullenbrook, Anne’s flat in Eaton Square

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