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arta, who like all actresses saw Mary Stuart through a haze of white veils.
'I could be interested in a bad woman but never in a silly one.'
'Silly?' said Marta in her best lower-register Electra voice.
'Very silly.'
'Oh, Alan, how can you!'
'If she had worn another kind of headdress no one would ever have bothered about her. It's that cap that seduces people.'
'You think she would have loved less greatly in a sunbonnet?'
'She never loved greatly at all, in any kind of bonnet.'
Marta looked as scandalized as a lifetime in the theatre and an hour of careful make-up allowed her to.
'Why do you think that?'
'Mary Stuart was six feet tall. Nearly all out-size women are sexually cold. Ask any doctor.'
And as he said it he wondered why, in all the years since Marta had first adopted him as a spare escort when she needed one, it had not occurred to him to wonder whether her notorious level-headedness about men had something to do with her inches. But Marta had not drawn any parallels; her mind was still on her favourite Queen.
'At least she was a martyr. You'll have to allow her that.'
'Martyr to what?'
'Her religion.'
'The only thing she wa
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