The waiter, a broad-faced Belgian, rushed forward with a smile of genuine welcome and a flourish of the spotless towel which he wore upon his left shoulder, and, with a few murmured words in French, motioned them to a table by the front window.,
"I have a postscript to add," smiled Bruce. "Sometimes, as you know, the postscript is of great importance.",
Griffin was the first of the three to recover. She leaned forward, a thin, eager hand on Judith's arm..
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