The officer was uncomfortable. Yet I wish his choice had fallen on a man whose moral character matched his courage and his leadership. She fed the coals patiently with bits of tinder from the bin, then with small sticks; at last the log caught and roared up toward the ceiling. Iris had changed tothe chemise and was trailing barefoot into the kitchen.
She was known as a good tipper. That was all he'd get. She pulled the chemise over herhead at this moment grateful that Iris was two inches taller than shebecause on her the length was not the daringly short favoured by hersister. Why in hell wouldn't he let me read forthat part? They left the room, collected their coats from the butler, and walkedout into the crisp night air.
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