He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face. The blouse dried nicely, it would only need a touch of starch and a little ironing. “Sheila and Mark McCloskey?” Michelle asked. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them. It ought not to be much. ’ He glanced about and saw his quarry holding court at one end of the vast mirrored chamber. In the struggle her cap fell off.
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