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It had been, on the whole, a successful evening His guests had been is The Eletian, especially, caused a sensation, and all of Mill City and beyond would talk about it for weeks to co the Eletian as part of his sideshohich would no doubt fill circus coffers, but Silk needed to get the Eletian to Gossham to be examined by his father and other members of the emperor’s inner circle He would deliver the creature himself to ensure he received proper credit for its capture One day, he hoped to personally present the Eletian to the e crowd searching for Miss Goodgrave and her escort, but in vain They must have slipped out early, which annoyed him He’d ask Howser if he’d seen them leave, and if not, tell hi about that young lady, so much more than was hidden behind the veil He’d known this since the first tiy that pulsed around her--favoring green hues--had intrigued hih that he needed to know ht it had been much the sa of her aura caught the edge of his vision, like the doeep of vast, dark wings He fought to conceal his surprise, and soon wondered if he’d actually irave
He had noted, of course, how careful she’d been answering his questions, almost shrewd in her responses She did not seem insane to him, but she mystified him with contradictions In many ways she carried herself in a confident manner, and in others, less so, such as when confronted by the taxidermy specient but appeared naïve, as if she did not know the custoht, could be due to her confinement to the asylum and life in the country And insanity did not necessarily negate intelligence It disappointed him she’d shown little interest in the artifacts he’d so carefully displayed She did not fit easily into a puzzle
And then, he could not swear to it, because he’d been uests to the Eletian, but he thought he’d seen the Eletian reach out to her, speak to herHe’d ask Howser about that, too, and also question the creature later Not that the creature would cooperate--it refused to respond to the coibberish when it spoke at all
Silk espied TC Sta space, and on i When he arrived, Sta and bowed
"How raveDid she pick up her portrait before she left?"
A strange expression fell over Stamwell’s face "No, sir, she did not, nor did Mr Harlowe It’s probably just as well"
"Explain"
"Her i man’s quickened just fine, and so did every other portrait I trapped tonight, but not hers"
"How so?"
"Let ed around He soon returned with a small portrait in each hand "This is Mr Harlowe’s"
Silk took it and gazed hard at the ié In Silk’s vision, the ih for hie probably appeared as it should to people with nor, face Harloas still young and inexperienced, but Silk did not doubt he’d be a force to be reckoned with one day, considering who his le" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true"></ins>