‘He lacked moral fibre, did Nicholas. Stanley coughed and faced toward the house. “Can’t you believe me? I am Meysey Hill. This is my first venture over here. These little squares of coloured paper interested her mightily—hotel labels. But he seized the chance to entrap her fingers, fan and all, and look deeply into her eyes. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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