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"Could be one of the staff," Alice suggested

"It could be anyone who co" Aets one of our advance proofs None of us have hed and put her head in her hands, rubbing at her aching temples Why should she have acted so mistrustfully? She didn’t want to suspect the women orked with her, didn’t want to turn the friendly business that she had painstakingly built into a place of wariness and disbelief It was hard work, h to trust one another This sort of black suspicion could ruin everything they had accomplished

No doubt that hy someone had done it

"We’ll need stricter rules," A "Keep your drafts locked up, Free Nothe woht be responsible," Alice said "And we’ll think about how to determine who’s at fault Once we know that, we can decide how to proceed"

The door behind theust of wind entered the roo the air was fresh and sweet; they’d printed proofs that h that the breeze elco in the doorway She’d spoken with him at the race the other day He was tall, his hair salt-and-pepper, his eyes dark,to rest on her Hard to judge his age; by his hair, she h as forty But he hadn’t spoken like a man in the middle of his years And he had a handsoer lancing from the tables in the front, where Free and her chief editors stood, to the troughs on the side of the room where they wet the paper, from the drums of press ink to the dark metal of the silent rotary press One eyebrow rose, ever so slowly, in question

Free straightened and ca out her hand Not palentle her bones to dust, to deth? Would he take her hand as if they were about to dance together? It was a test of sorts

This ave it a firm pump

"Mr Edward Clark," he told her

She tried not to raise her eyebrows Edward Clark was a solidly English naed with the mildest hint of a French accent She’d assu enough to lose all but the slightest hint of his native tongue Maybe that rong

"Miss Frederica Marshall," she responded, although if he’d found his way to her place of business, he likely knew that already "Can I help you?"

His gaze traveled to the table behind her They’d been poring over the inner page of the newspaper; the printer’s plates sat on the table next to the proofs for anyone to see

Aht Their next issue of the paper was hardly shrouded in secrecy Anyone really could walk in and see it But Mr Clark didn’t remark on the paper Instead, hisliteral," he said, gesturing at the cart that stood beside the table "You do have a box of exclamation points"