[ an expression both dark and foreboding steals across peggy’s face. as eager as she might be to sink her claws into her quarry, she doesn’t much enjoy howard’s implication that the soviet agent would risk her own hide just on the off-chance that their paths might cross once more. ]
Aren’t I lucky?
[ she grumbles, rubs idle at the back of her neck, and then sinks into her chair. ]
Look, Howard, there’s something else you ought to know…
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Aren’t I lucky?
[ she grumbles, rubs idle at the back of her neck, and then sinks into her chair. ]
Look, Howard, there’s something else you ought to know…