Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. \"Hi Missy, have you met Lucy Albert?\" Lucy contrived a smile. It was not due to shyness: it was the inherent instinct of the Woman, a protective fear that she must retain some elements of mystery in order to hold the interest of the male. His analytical bent saved him many times, though he was not sensitive to this. But the current rumblings of internal discontent across the Channel were productive of unease in certain quarters. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped.
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