She heard him crash against it, and turned the key in the lock. He growled in his throat and, thrusting his coat open, revealed his own buckled sword-belt. He recognised this object at once. One puts gloves on one’s greedy fingers. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to help pry it out. To simplify matters, he carried a coloured paper lantern upon which his license number was painted in Arabic numerals. Something with iron resolve the father had kept hidden all these years in the lonely citadel of his heart. ‘Quite wrong, monsieur.
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