On the awful night of August 31, the eve of war, when diplomats were making frantic 59th-minute appeals, a wealthy Londoner telephoned his brother in the South of France. Would the brother and his wife like to use the Londoner's private plane to get home? No, thanks, came the answer. For the brother's wife, Wallis, Duchess of Windsor, dislikes airplanes even if they belong to the King of England.
And so it was by land and seaby car and destroyer Kellythat Britain's former darling, the wearer of fancy collars and a lifted eyebrow, onetime...
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