[ whether he follows or waits, Sprezzatura begins the ascent, clutching the banister rail in a pale-knuckled grip. she feels unsteady on her feet, as though she finds herself crossing the deck of a ship and not the entryway to a London flat.
so quiet as to be virtually subvocal, ] It won't be.
[ he has no idea how little it will matter to a woman like her ]
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so quiet as to be virtually subvocal, ] It won't be.
[ he has no idea how little it will matter to a woman like her ]