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Message: <blockquote data-quote="James from London" data-source="post: 166032" data-attributes="member: 22">Chapter 25Julie didn’t want sympathy; she didn’t even want JR anymore. But she didn’t like smoking either, and kept at it, knowing damn well what it was doing to her.Going through the cafeteria line, Julie picked a salad and started to scoop potatoes onto her plate, changed her mind and added another salad instead, low-calorie milk and a sugar-free dessert. For what, she wondered, for whom?Lost in sympathy for herself, Julie sat down and made a face at limp lettuce. He sat opposite, and she looked at his food first - toast and tea; somebody worse off than herself. She glanced up and saw Cliff Barnes.‘I know,’ he said. ‘The spider is supposed to wait in his web until the poor little flies wander in – or do the Ewings consider themselves mistreated butterflies?’After scanning the cafeteria quickly, her eyes came back to him. She liked what she saw, the modish way he wore his neat brown hair, the directness of hazel eyes, the determined jaw and set of his mouth. Cliff Barnes wasn’t a pretty man, and taken together his features were nothing extraordinary. But parts of him, especially the eyes and mouth, seemed rare. Maybe it was the intensity of the man, the drive that somehow lighted him up from the inside. Vaguely, incongruously, Julie wondered if early Crusaders looked like this on the way to face the Saracen.Glad you like 'em!</blockquote>