“More coffee, hon?” She held her hand over the cup. "I feel like work," he lied. They had refused. Her eyes where glassy and shining. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. “Forgive my coming in,” she said to Ennison. The same look she had often seen in the eyes of the drunken beachcombers her father had brought home, and it had not filled her with horror.
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