Monday, November 24, 2014

For the better part of the last half hour, Gerard had been staring up Cecil’s hairy nostril. It was most unpleasant, but Cecil had kept his nose upturned the entire time of their discussion here in the library, which had taken place directly after dinner. Gerard wondered that Cecil didn’t get a crick in his neck from looking down at all the world, all the time. Or perhaps Cecil simply had extraordinarily large nostrils.

“Regardless of what you say, I still see no need to remove Eleanor from my care,” Sir Cecil said, playing with pretentiously large silver paperweight upon his desk. “She is perfectly content here.”

—From The Spinster's Christmas

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