She did so, distracted the entire time. Why on earth would Richard Sharpe expect such things from her? Hint at them so strongly? They didn't even like each other. Or had she misread every signal the man may have been sending her way?
Effie stole a glance at the major. He didn't look very fussed at all about ANY of this. How could he take this all in a stride the way he was?
She waited for him by the door, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Effie rarely made any move that would not get her ahead. Here in Luceti, it was very difficult to discern what ahead was.
Maybe there was an alternative. She didn't notice when her ribbon, loose from all the tugging and scratching, tumbled off her neck to fall on the floor. It was bloodstained, but only slightly. She waited for him by the exit.
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Effie stole a glance at the major. He didn't look very fussed at all about ANY of this. How could he take this all in a stride the way he was?
She waited for him by the door, nervously shifting her weight from one foot to the other. Effie rarely made any move that would not get her ahead. Here in Luceti, it was very difficult to discern what ahead was.
Maybe there was an alternative. She didn't notice when her ribbon, loose from all the tugging and scratching, tumbled off her neck to fall on the floor. It was bloodstained, but only slightly. She waited for him by the exit.