?When Elizabeth spoke of not feeling like herself anymore, Victor nodded and cleared his throat softly. We are¡, Working on that at present; we are on our way home to rest for the night, and then continue the work to see what can be done tomorrow. He wondered at the expression which Keres ?was giving him, and quickly caught the fact that she only shook hands with Elizabeth, not him. He reached to shake hands with her anyway, a pleasure to meet you, he replied to her seemingly sincere compliment.?
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?A frown touched Victor¡¯s expression when ?Keres ?invited Elizabeth to come and chat with her, and spoke of helping her skin with cream. ? He gave his wife a questioning look, wondering what she would say in reply to the woman, as he casually commented, it is¡, Quite late, and we still have more work to do. He was of course, hoping that she would say no. This was even before Keres???said that it would have to be just the girls. He chuckled, of course, I am rather exhausted this night anyway.
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?He hoped his statement that it was late, and that they still had work to do the following day, would discourage Elizabeth from going with the newcomer, he remembered a time that he could have said this very statement, or even made a stronger one about not going, and she would have likely followed his advice. But he was not sure about now, so much had changed. ? ?His face was now ghostly pale, and he frowned with annoyance as he struggled to keep his balance, in order to keep from stumbling, with nearly every step. ? ?He looked at Elizabeth, and noticed that, as far as he could tell, she¡, Was not, stumbling. ? ?Nevertheless, he lingered close, hands at the ready to catch her, should ?her balance begin?to give way.????? ??
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