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Chapt. 52
Now that Louisa was around, Mason thought it wise to alert her of his finished amendments. He met her in the conservatory room gazing at the glass roof that confined them from the harsh sun rays with chest folded arms. Mason eye-sculpted her slim and delicate figure as long as she hadn't realized his presence.
After his satisfaction, he approached her until he was two arms reach away from her that she turned to him."I've seen them all," she dryly said. "But there are still some lingering worries I just realized." Louisa tilted her head upwards again and pointed out to the steel rafters, "I want them a little less elevated. This one gives an impression of being in a hollow and sunlight seems reluctant to reach the floor."
She lowered her fingers to the steel truss, "I know not much about these things...what do you call them again?"
"Truss," he calmly replied.
"Yeah, these are not so luring and corresponding. I saw a style that caught my attention.
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