There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. “Please stop, cabman,” she ordered. "Come along, Blueskin. ’ A wary look came over her face, and Roding intervened. Their doors stood open, and placards with big letters indicated the section assigned to each. Something in his tone pinched her heart. Dizzily, she grabbed at the mantel for support and, resting her head on her hands, paid no heed to a betraying sound behind her—until an unexpected arm encircled her.
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