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They were stuck at the crossing in Bruxelles, and Reginald had been engaged in heavy conversation with a fat porter in a white tuxedo jacket and a thin mustache for the last five minutes, arguing about something involving chocolate-covered coffee beans. Alice didn't care, or at least she was trying to pretend she didn't care. What mattered was that the train had lost a water gauge somewhere between Calais and the station, and he simply had to go off and argue some more.
They'd argued with the man in the black jacket that morning, too, trying to hurry on their way to get going, get to the station to buy tickets, to move forward, for change. She wasn't anxious like she thought she would be about this whole trip; on the contrary, he'd given her a new hat, a very light grey one that matched her blue wool cape and one that he told her he'd been working on for months. Alice looked over her shoulder for the seventh time at him, s