[Later then: the Frog and the Firkin. There is a woman in a lovely pale blue silk shirt and close cut dark trousers, the
all of her thick and slightly coarse hair descending across one shoulder where she sits in wait at some discreet corner table. There is a bottle of wine (something decent, but not rich; she has balanced her accounts for the new year and has yet to swing her ledger either in the direction of either very poor or very flush with spending money) and two glasses.]
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Till later, dear Fitcher.
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all of her thick and slightly coarse hair descending across one shoulder where she sits in wait at some discreet corner table. There is a bottle of wine (something decent, but not rich; she has balanced her accounts for the new year and has yet to swing her ledger either in the direction of either very poor or very flush with spending money) and two glasses.]