Finally, Mr. Markam is well enough to host a dinner. It’s not like the rowdy affairs he had before his heart troubles, but enough to be called a party. Dr. Burns, Miss Fiona and two of the senior managers of the mills were the guests - oh, and Mr. Connor of course.
While I was serving the soup I felt something crawling up underneath my skirt. I was Mr. Connor’s hand. He was facing the opposite direction from me, and was talking with one of the managers, but his sneaky hand seemed to have a life of its own. I moved away quickly, you can be sure!
I know Mrs. Andrews saw what happened, for she patted me on the back later on, as I was taking my leave for the evening.
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