Have I missed a national holiday? There must be celebrations in the streets for you to be home at this hour of the day."
"I'm calling it Summerset Goes Mute Day. The city's gone mad with joy.
Stichwörter: humour eve-dallas summerset
Summerset, don't you ever sleep?"
"It's Lieutenant Dallas. She's--"
Roarke dropped his briefcase, grabbed Summerset by the lapels. "Has she been hurt? Where is she?"
"A nightmare. She was screaming." Summerset lost his usual composure and dragged a hand over his hair. "She won't cooperate. I was about to call your doctor. I left her in her private suite."
As Roarke pushed him aside, Summerset grabbed his arm. "Roarke, you should have told me what had been done to her."
Roarke merely shook his head and kept going. "I'll take care of her.
Stichwörter: nightmare roarke summerset
Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. "Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear. She looks very bad."
"Where is she?"
"She's heading up. Roarke, I insulted her and...she apologized to me. Something must be done.
Stichwörter: summerset apologized
You're earlier than expected, and appear to have gotten through the day without destroying any article of clothing. I must note this event down on my calendar."
"Bitch when I'm late, bitch when I'm early. You could go pro on the bitching circuit.
Stichwörter: summerset bitching-circuit
She would be a sparkling accent on his arm. She speaks flawless French and Italian, and has a limitless supply of charm when she wishes to dispense it. And'd she'll use him. She'll take, take more. If it was necessary, or if she simply had the whim, she'd toss him to the wolves to see who'd win."
He finished the whiskey. "You, Lieutenant, are often crude, you are certainly rude, and have very little sense of how to be the wife--in public--of a man in Roarke's position. And you would do anything, no matter what the personal risk, to keep him from harm. She will never love him. You will never do anything but.
Stichwörter: love eve-dallas roarke summerset
It's the end of the summer. It's the end of it all. Those days are gone, it's over now, we're moving on.
Theory of a DeadmanStichwörter: sad end summerset
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