The manager stared at the empty doorway for a space, shrugged, and returned to his ledgers. "Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf in the corner cupboard. He remembered little whispered speeches of hers, so like the Annabel of Paris, so unlike the woman he loved, a hundred little things should have told him long ago. I have been the vicomte’s secretary, remember. Grace, confidence, the power of movement even, seemed gone from her. This year—I’ve got it badly. ” He stalked around the room.
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