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“Well, how was the ball?” Jonathan asked, handing Charlie a cup of coffee as they sat on his hotel room balcony overlooking the ocean.
“It was actually quite fun,” Charlie admitted. “That Alise Townly is a character. And the English certainly know how to throw a party.”
“That’s good to hear,” the liegeman replied. “So why the long face then? Was Miss Westmoreland not quite the beauty you had anticipated?”
Setting his coffee cup on the table between them, Charlie replied, “I wouldn’t know.”
“What’s that now?”
“She didn’t attend.”
Jonathan nearly choked on the liquid he was swallowing. “How’s that? Did you say she didn’t attend?”
“That’s correct.”
“At all?”
“Unless she came and left
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