It must have cut him. He obeyed, letting the garment fall to the floor. This way, my dear—and— you’ll excuse my mentioning it, but a quiet blouse and a little chiffon, you know, will be quite sufficient. He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. “I am tired,” she said, “and I want to rest. ” He glared at Martin. The door popped open with a sigh.
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