Alexandra

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I have to ask you as a matter of form, you know.’ Alastair Bing pursed his lips and frowned. ‘I suppose I was in my room, dressing for dinner,’ he said. ‘Do you know anybody who will bear witness to that?’ ‘Why, no. Of course not,’ replied Alastair testily. ‘I don’t have the whole household in my bedroom to watch me dress for dinner.’
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