Cecily Breakwell, the advance guard of the hat-check girls, was sitting down. She stood up and said, "Good morning, sir," as she had at about this hour each day for the past two weeks. Andre looked at her and said, "Good morning, my dear," as he had each day except the first, when he had said, "What is your name, my dear?" and had not, so far as she could tell, listened at all to her reply.
(from Murder Is Served, by Richard and Frances Lockridge)
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