His frowning gaze came back to her. She snatched about in her mind. ‘Seems quiet enough,’ observed the junior officer, his gaze raking the shuttered windows of the building’s grey stone frontage. But he died when he was a child—long ago—long ago—long ago. "What do you mean by that, sirrah?" cried Wood, reddening with anger. She had had two days of employment-seeking now. She declined and finished with a few of her favorite excerpts from Scheherazade.
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