Chapter 4-1

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Jack heard Helen’s voice as he returned to his quarters. “You displayed rather a lot of yourself in the mess today, Crimea.” Helen sounded more amused than annoyed. “I know, mother,” Crimea replied. “Sarsens thought it would be a lark.” “Oh, Sarsens’ idea, was it?” Helen asked. “He’s the one with the elegant pair of legs, isn’t he?” “Mother!” Crimea rebuked. “Long elegant legs, and I saw a hint of a shapely bottom as well,” Helen continued, pressing her point home. “Mother!” Crimea’s voice was sharp. “A lady shouldn’t notice such things.” “Indeed not,” Helen was equally direct, “and a gentleman does not display such things in public. I expect better from you, Crimea. Your father was most annoyed!” Jack withdrew into a recessed doorway as Crimea snorted and stormed away with the sou

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