On a hot July morning in 1943, Yvonne, Comtesse de La Rochefoucauld, 41, and her handsome ex-cavalry-officer husband met for the last time outside the Cercle des Officiers in Paris. They pretended not to know each other. The Gestapo had arrested all but one of the British officers who belonged to the countess' intelligence group. London had ordered her immediate return to England. The count whispered: "I must embrace you once before you go." "We are in public," Yvonne said. "It is forbidden." Before she walked on, Bernard had just time to reassure her that the family jewels had...
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