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At which moment of dead silence Dolly Lynch opened the door , put in her flushed face and in her slow , flat , obsequious Shannon voice , said , ' Dinner is i - now - eh sarvedeh , Dachtar . ' Her employer glared at her .
At which moment of dead silence Dolly Lynch opened the door , put in her flushed face and in her slow , flat , obsequious Shannon voice , said , ' Dinner is i - now - eh sarvedeh , Dachtar . ' Her employer glared at her .
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At which moment of dead silence Dolly Lynch opened the door , put in her flushed face and in her slow , flat , obsequious Shannon voice , said , ' Dinner is i - now - eh sarvedeh , Dachtar . ' Her employer glared at her .
At which moment of dead silence Dolly Lynch opened the door , put in her flushed face and in her slow , flat , obsequious Shannon voice , said , ' Dinner is i - now - eh sarvedeh , Dachtar . ' Her employer glared at her .
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She gave him her sly smile , took the proffered chair and let silence fall between them as she slowly removed her gloves finger - tip by finger - tip . He as slowly extracted a cigarette and lit it . At their first far - off meeting ...
She gave him her sly smile , took the proffered chair and let silence fall between them as she slowly removed her gloves finger - tip by finger - tip . He as slowly extracted a cigarette and lit it . At their first far - off meeting ...
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