Stanley, standing on the hearthrug with his back to the unlit gas-fire. ‘Very well, mademoiselle, so be it,’ he snapped. “Will you come in, Sir John. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Hold your hand for a moment.
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