His breath grew shallower as he approached the room, conscious of the loudness of his hallway-reverberated footfalls. And instead he found her playing the great lady, and playing it well. Without Sheila, the denizens of the neighborhood might forget they had the ability to communicate with each other. A Madame Valade and her husband. Sebastian dared not approach her. They had asked her to come to the first of the two great annual Fadden Dances, the October one, and Ann Veronica had accepted with enthusiasm. ‘Imbecile.
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