“Uh, I think I might, Shari. What about your luggage?” “I could get a few of my things, at any rate,” she said. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air.
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