"Sir Cecil is no more. You don’t wear a dinner coat with a flower in your button-hole, or last night’s shirt, or very glossy boots, nor do you haunt the drawing-room in the evening, or play at being musical. He opened the drawer of the writing table. Wood, who was standing at the edge of a raised platform, anxiously waving his hand to him. So she approached him with sandwiches. She looked from Anna, who was far too nice-looking to be travelling about alone, to that reassuring pile of luggage, and wrinkled her brows thoughtfully. \" \"Nah, he's probably a cool guy, seems laid back enough. ” Brendon rose and came towards her with outstretched hand.
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