“Miss Pellissier,” he said, “these gentlemen are your friends, and therefore they are my friends. Are you going to write a novel?” “Not I,” she answered gaily. Puffy blue curtains dressed every oakstained window. “Nigel is like all men,” Lady Lescelles continued. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud.
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