Vorsack rose from the table and departed for the bathroom, mumbling something about a Tylenol. Gerald studied the darkness beyond the aperture. She would have to leave very soon. Sheppard, struggling to get free. A little Cockney recovered it, and made ridiculous attempts to get to her and replace it. Annabel passed on with a strained nod to her sister, and Sir John’s bow was a miracle of icy displeasure.
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