“Really,” she said. ’ He strode to the fireplace behind the leather-topped desk and addressed his own reflection in the mirror, wagging an admonitory finger in his own face. A bobbing lantern, crossing the bridge—for she had not drawn the curtain—attracted her attention. Wood, in indignant surprise.
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