There was a flutter of turquoise silk, and my boxers with the peacock feather print landed right on top of the title page of Through a Glass Darkly. I jerked my head up just in time to see Essex flouncing off and the frozen expression of the tweed-jacketed gentleman standing in front of me. “I’m terribly sorry,” he said, after a moment, “but I only brought a copy of the book.”
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