We would make all sorts of promises to the cuisinière, and to the daily femme de chambre, saying, "We'll be back again next year," knowing in our hearts that it would not be so. We never took the same villa twice. Next year it would be the Riviera perhaps, or Italy, and the cliffs and the sea of Brittany would become no more than a memory.
( Daphne du Maurier )
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