#157620 - The first drag, normally conducive to a soothing of her stress, felt hollow somehow; perhaps she expected too much of the pathetic little dout, or perhaps the situation was too big for her usual tricks of self- preservation. When he was done, Harold startled her with his strength by lifting her and the chair up without hesitation and replacing her in front of a tall mirror, leaning down behind her and catching the eyes of her reflection as he asked, “It’s okay?” Rendered speechless by the vision before her, she nodded, tilting her head this way and that to admire the stunning young woman Harold had sculpted out of the comparatively plain Belle. She must have been a pitiful sight to the many city-dwellers who strolled or cycled by, not one failing to glance in her direction but, typical of London, none with even the consideration of stopping.
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