He shuddered. He thrust out a rhetorical hand. “Holy shit!” Giggling and snickering was amplified by asbestos tiles and reverberated by metal desks. ” Lady Ferringhall was conscious of some relief. “You have them both,” Anna answered. If only there had not been this single torturing thought—a mere pin-prick, but still curiously persistent. I declare I'm almost afraid to go to the door.
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