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‘I don’t think so’ Daisy h’

‘I’m sure we could find someone else to write it You would just need to collaborate on plot and lend your naood deal’

Of course Clarissa knew exactly who Daisy was, she wouldn’t be ent if she didn’t, but it still felt unco so quickly and brutally summed up for her commercial value ‘Seb’s the writer in the fa’

‘Shame, cheekbones like yours are wasted behind a camera We could have done a nice tie-in, e your ed your mind about the BBC offer? You really should call es’

So she hadn’t been the first person to mention TV? Seb didn’t react with the same vehegestion, just shook his head, s Daisy to trail behind

The lecture hall was cra students, serious intellectual types and severalca academia

Daisy ed to find a seat at the end of a row next to an elderly hout the lecture but, despite the disruptions, the odd cahter from Seb’s youthful admirers every time he made any kind of joke, Daisy found that she enjoyed the lecture Seb’s enthusias manner were infectious

It was funny how the sometimes diffident man, the private man, came alive in front of an audience, how he held the thousand-year tour of English history using his own fa talk was over far too quickly

‘He knows his stuff’ The old an to eht to Seb, but he was surrounded iirls she had seen earlier, all pressing in close, books in hand waiting to be signed

Seb didn’t look as if he minded at all Hated publicity indeed!

‘Yes, he was fascinating, wasn’t he?’ She’d seen her father perform in front of thousands, seen her iant billboard but had never felt so full of awe ‘He’s a great speaker’

‘Interesting theory as well Do you subscribe to his school of thought on ornamental moats?’

Did she what? About what?