Re: Marianne's Lucky Day
Outside, on her steps, was the plump old man with white muttonchops and an umbrella, the picture of respectability, and a younger man, also quite respectable. "I beg your pardon to be so much trouble, Miss Trevors," the old man said, in a polished Midlands-gentry tone, every syllable a sweet and gentle one, "But what my nephew says is quite correct. I would be delighted of course to furnish you with your own copy of the book, but that particular copy holds a great deal of sentimental value for me. Y'see, it was signed to me by the author himself. I am indeed Basil Rose." He withdrew the gold pocketwatch from his vest, and showed her the case; a beautifully engraved rose, its stem through a ring, and the monogram "BR". "If you would be so kind as to allow me to take it ?"
He didn't mention tea, but somehow, those soft eyes seemed to beg for it. And if he flinched at the word 'fake', it was difficult to notice. "Errrmm....Miss Trevors....did you say, fake ?"
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