He reappeared in street clothes, his cropped hair not even damp from the shower, fresh-faced and sweetsmelling. The lad hesitated. ‘Do not move, messieurs, or I shall be compelled to blow off your head. His tone was rough, almost threatening. ‘Not at all ladylike. “When are you going away?” He asked.
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