Trenchard glanced at the document. Heaven forbid. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. Lady Ferringhall listened, and her cheeks grew pale. Ann Veronica sat down in the other arm-chair and darned badly for a minute or so. There was a little pain, but it wasn’t anything. He stopped, panting hard, slamming his cane to the floor to make use of its much-needed support. It was red and chapped. His pipe hung dead in his teeth, but the smoke was dense about him.
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