He turned the key in the door of the Cheapside property as quietly
as he could and tip-toed in. At the top of the stairs, he could hear noise,
people talking. Inside the first-floor flat was a hive of activity. Three women
were sitting at a trestle table, chattering and hand-sewing pieces of colourful
material; a couple of large sewing machines stood on top of the table.
“There
you are, James. And about time,” Polly smiled, holding a tall toque with a
spread of blue feathers. “This is a demonstration of what we can do, great
isn’t it? You and I are buying a millinery company which has fallen on hard
times."http://www.amazon.co.uk/Colour-of-Red-ebook/dp/B00B1CWM5M/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1358353851&sr=1-1
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