“Thank you, Barlow. When I was a boy, my fondest wish was to be a pirate. I yearned to have a dastardly black beard. If only piratical looks were en vogue, I would not have to submit to the razor every morning.” “Yes, Your Grace,” Barlow said.Harry had tried everything, but he’d concluded that Barlow lacked all sense of humor. Nevertheless, he did a fine job of shaving, dog walking, and taking care of Harry’s clothing. He was also quite rigid about ensuring every item was placed precisely in the same spot every day—unlike his master, who tended to forget where he left things. Harry suspected that Barlow secretly thought him eccentric at best and slovenly at worst.A knock sounded at the door. Barlow answered and delivered a missive to Harry. His valet winced upon seeing Bandit chewing his bone on the silver salver that his mother had given him. Harry had rather hoped that Barlow would find it amusing, but his valet looked pained at the crunching sounds that Bandit blissfully made while dining.Harry broke the seal and was surprised to see Mina’s signature.
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