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“Well, tonight, if you can’t sleep, telephone me, and we’ll talk,” she said with a shrug.
A half grin pulled at one corner of his mouth. “Telephone you? In the middle of the night?”
“Why not?” she asked. “It’s not as if I have something I need to do tomorrow. No one cares if Meg West has important information about Titanic to share.” She had been lucky to escape the inquisition. None of the men running the interviews seemed to realize who she was at this point, and she wanted to leave it that way, though Mr. Ashton had informed her that her mother had sent him a telegraph a few days ago asking if he’d heard from Mary Margaret. He had yet to respond.
“You really wouldn’t mind?”
“Not at all,” Meg assured him. “In fact, I’d say come over, but something tells me Jonathan would immediately awaken and appear in my apartment the moment your
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