The sing-song girl rose and meekly pattered out of the office into the
night. She could not help devouring him a little with her eyes
across the Burger King booth, handsome shoulders
visibly solid underneath his ridiculous polo shirt, his eyes
all sweetness and light. She was trying to bring her problems to a head, and her
mind insisted upon being even more discursive and atmospheric than usual. His salvation—if there was to be any—lay in her ignorance of life. "
"Let me see it," cried Thames, snatching it from him. ‘Would you like me to enquire for your mystery lady, Gerald? I know
the Comte and Comtesse de St Erme quite well. Presently she became aware of footsteps hurrying after her, and glanced back
to find Miss Klegg, a little out of breath, in pursuit. "
"Are you a real nurse?"
"Yes. She awoke at 11:12 am, her foster sister
snoring in the bed across the room. "Blueskin's a friend in need," he said. ’
Colour suffused the man’s face. ’
‘I didn’t say I did not enjoy it,’ Gerald protested. She read
beautifully because the fixed form of the poem signified nothing.
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