No matter. ” He was slightly tipsy. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. She shattered the edifice he was building up of himself as a devoted lover, waiting only his chance to win her from a hopeless and consuming passion. After the first violent outbreak of grief had in some degree subsided, Thames addressed him.
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