‘Duncan had so very obviously been trying to disguise his looking. It had been cute, if totally ineffective. One reason it had been both cute and in...effective was the feeling this was something he didn’t normally do. He had certainly been worried she would be offended.’ But that was only in the first moment. What was there about him that attracted her? Was it his intellect? Well partly, but she was used to intelligent, successful men. While she had found many of them attractive, she certainly. "You look gorgeous Emma, you really do, you'll have all them men ogling you." It's just a dress darling," she told him."Yes I know, but its what's inside it that matters, and that is you Emma, you!" She smiled delightfully and thanked him with a hard hug for his compliment."Flattery will get you every where," she told him with a knowing smile. He beamed at this, he was on safe ground for sure.They sat at a table for eight people and they had a great time, there was music in the corner. The. This led to a small fishing village being turned into a major city and port. ‘That’s where the name comes from,’ announced Rachel, nose buried in book. ‘Amstel and dam. Get it?’ ‘I’m not stupid.’ Kate grabbed her friend’s arm and pulled her back. ‘Watch out!’ A brightly painted yellow single-deck tram trundled past, rumbling and clanking along the rails sunk into the road. The lines snaked their way around and across the square, disappearing down a multitude of streets. The whole scene was a. Murphy ... Sharpe Field was extremely close to restored. Crews of laborers had swept through the barracks site with chainsaws, pruners, rakes and trash bags. The place was taking on the groomed look of a southern prewar military base ... except ... there seemed to be a lot of deep dark tans. The runways had been restored to pre abandonment beauty. Fresh white paint abounded. Where once an officers' Dusenberg had prowled the trim streets, a Piper or Cessna might be seen taxiing home or headed to.