Temporary architecture
Build me something beautiful
22nd March, 1890 — Gordon’s Place
Gordon Gibson / @'Elsie Beauregard'
“I’m sorry to interrupt,” Ester said melodramatically, hand to heart, as she flounced into Gordon’s - where he was, perhaps unsurprisingly, writing - “but Christobal has been in a dreadful humour all evening and I simply can’t stand to be in his company a moment longer.” It was a slight exaggeration, but she had been itching for a change of scene, and Gordon’s flat above his little bookshop did perfectly for her tonight.
Though equally that might depend on what sort of mood he was in. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and peered innocently at him. “Can I be of some help to you?” She added, wheedling in tone. “I’ll tidy, if you like. Or fix us drinks,” she said, waggling her eyebrows to suggest that she would like one even if he didn’t.
Though equally that might depend on what sort of mood he was in. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ears and peered innocently at him. “Can I be of some help to you?” She added, wheedling in tone. “I’ll tidy, if you like. Or fix us drinks,” she said, waggling her eyebrows to suggest that she would like one even if he didn’t.
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