She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. Every drop of blood in her body glowed and expanded. She would be in the library, her favorite place, or on the bench by the colored glass window with her embroidery. He poured a pinch of tobacco into his palm and sniffed.
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