[There is something there at the edge of his expression which twinges at something behind her ribs—a quiet, rankling suspicion which rises in the face of moments like this one, or when Tony doesn't quite look at her, or in discovering Ellis has slipped away without a proper goodbye. Not that Byerly's opinion is at all on the level with those others, but somehow that makes his pity (for that must be what it is) even more intolerable.
The wrinkle between her brows faintly deepens.]
I have a great assortment of books here with me. Perhaps you might elaborate.
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The wrinkle between her brows faintly deepens.]
I have a great assortment of books here with me. Perhaps you might elaborate.