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Lingers Long On Cank Street
The oak doors swing open and his loyal manservant, Igor, steps onto the threshold to greet him.
‘Greetings Master. I trust the day went well.’
‘As always, Igor.’ Igor was now seventy years old, and stooped, yet he still had the intensity which his Master set such store by.. The Master took off hi# shoes and slid his silk stockinged feet into his tiny tasselled slippers.
‘I’ve adjusted the lighting on your portrait, sire, in accordance with your wishes.’
His master wordlessly smiled his appreciation. Igor was now seventy years old, and bald and stooped. He now also walked with a pronounced limp. ‘He could do a job for us against the Villa,’ his Master thought to himself, ‘if big Dan isn’t available’.
‘Greetings Master. I trust the day went well.’
‘As always, Igor.’ Igor was now seventy years old, and stooped, yet he still had the intensity which his Master set such store by.. The Master took off hi# shoes and slid his silk stockinged feet into his tiny tasselled slippers.
‘I’ve adjusted the lighting on your portrait, sire, in accordance with your wishes.’
His master wordlessly smiled his appreciation. Igor was now seventy years old, and bald and stooped. He now also walked with a pronounced limp. ‘He could do a job for us against the Villa,’ his Master thought to himself, ‘if big Dan isn’t available’.