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âDespite the circumstances, it is a pleasure to finally meet you Mrs Barlowâ Edward replied with a bow of his head before returning to his search. Finally locating his breeches Edward clutched them in his hand, trying to work out how he was supposed to dress himself when Mrs Barlow refused to leave the doorway.
Keeping the blanket around his waist he cautiously dressed himself, whilst trying to keep what remained of his dignity. In doing so he caught sight of Flint, still unconscious and paused, one leg in his breeches. Watching until he saw the other manâs chest rise and fall in a steady pattern. âIf he wasnât obviously breathing, one would think he was dead.âÂ












