It was past seven when she got back to her hotel. Its heroes never had daughters, they borrowed other people’s. The door was then locked, and he was left alone. Ireton rushed forward to open the wicket for him. She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. "Nothing—nothing," she answered, bursting into tears.
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