His build was medium, he would never 5 tower over his peers, yet his shoulders were broadening, betrayed by an undeveloped set of pectoral muscles underneath his button-down shirt that she could tell frustrated him. ” “Mr. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. At this time of day the priest would be at his apartments in Brewer Street, a short walk away from Golden Square which the building overlooked. She warmed to him fast, her anger was much harder to carry than the pleasant everyday neutrality of affection.
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