“Mike, what’s going on?” She sat up, groggily rubbing her eyes. ” She hesitated. She doubted how she stood toward him and what the restrained gleam of his face might signify. “You may find in it a paragraph of some interest to you. She had lost her nerve, and there was no more freedom in London for her that night. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. She stood, as it were, directed doorward, with her eyes watching every movement, listening to him, repelled by him and yet dimly understanding.
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