Her tone was light, almost teasing. Lorelei couldn’t make sense of it. All those letters were for her? She’d never bothered to check. Why would she, considering they’d arrived at her office and not her flat? God. She had been passing those letters along to Wilhelm for months. Why had he not said anything? Knowing Sylvia, they probably contained all manner of…of florid declarations and God knew what else. Now that she thought about it, he had occasionally looked at her with a mysterious little smile on his face or—more inexplicably—recited poetry of uncertain provenance and asked her opinion.
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