” Horace, the manservant, transformed now into the semblance of a correctly garbed waiter, threw open the door. His gaze dropped to the black garment that covered her. Sometimes he was obviously irritable and uncomfortable and unfortunate in his efforts to seem at ease. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. His head bent down, intent on kissing her underneath the showerhead. Strange, I shouldn't know him when he called on me.
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