So rarely does he relent without being distracted by some other, more compelling argument, that for a moment she finds herself in the clumsy position of abandoning the half dozen half considered forms of bait she'd been in the process of assembling. For she will not say anything so stupid to Valentine de Foncé as, 'It would be only fair to remain considerate, given all the work of your physician friend and how you've said nothing at all on the dreadful subject of The Arm.'
Instead—
"A knife?" Her hand moves automatically toward her waist, and then she recalls that she had removed the chatelaine which so commonly lives there before clambering into the narrow little bed. "There, on the hook beside the door. There is a knife with my things."
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Date: 2022-12-07 06:37 am (UTC)So rarely does he relent without being distracted by some other, more compelling argument, that for a moment she finds herself in the clumsy position of abandoning the half dozen half considered forms of bait she'd been in the process of assembling. For she will not say anything so stupid to Valentine de Foncé as, 'It would be only fair to remain considerate, given all the work of your physician friend and how you've said nothing at all on the dreadful subject of The Arm.'
Instead—
"A knife?" Her hand moves automatically toward her waist, and then she recalls that she had removed the chatelaine which so commonly lives there before clambering into the narrow little bed. "There, on the hook beside the door. There is a knife with my things."