Mr. Winston furrowed his brow even deeper, not taking his scrutinizing gaze off the figure in the blood-red dress across the room. A gentle nudge from his elbow once again tapped Mark's arm, forcing the man to break his silence.
"Don't just stand there, Mark. Take another look. You have a much fresher memory of the servants in your own home. I'm absolutely certain that woman's face isn't unfamiliar. Shouldn't we take a few steps forward to confirm it in person?"
Mr. Winston's question and prodding instantly triggered an incredibly intense inner turmoil within Mark's chest. The man remained rooted to the spot, refusing to budge even an inch despite every muscle in his neck tensing rigidly. His exhausted mind was now forced into a fierce battle between two conflicting emotional poles.
