![]() She looked at him, gaze narrowing slightly. "Annie, could you wait five minutes?" he managed. As usual, her mobcap was askew and she smelled of the snuff she still firmly believed, after all these years, to be a secret vice.Īlthough Ian Carmichael would not have moved from Little Dunthorpe for all the jewels in the Queen's treasury, he had to admit to himself that when it rained in Cornwall it rained harder than anywhere else in England. Ramage, the Carmichaels" crotchety but lovable old housekeeper, asked him as she came in from the pantry. He looked at her helplessly, knowing he was going to be caught after all. " He knew what he wanted to say but it was drifting away from him. He held onto one thought - she was going to lift him into bed, and when she did that she would have to be blind as well as numb not to notice that the back of his underwear happened to be stuffed with little boxes. and your legs must be singing grand opera." He nodded, although the truth was that he could not feel anything - this medication on top of what he'd already given himself was rolling him toward unconsciousness at an alarming rate, and he was beginning to see the room through gauzy layers of gray. ![]() "Now let's get you back in bed," she said. ![]() She took the urinal away from him and set it carefully on the floor. The moisture running down his cheeks now was not rainwater but tears. "All done?" she asked a few moments later. Distantly, from the parlor, he could hear the rippling strains of Chopin, and he paused with the strip of towel still in his left hand, listening.
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