The missing princess by Asmaa Nada chapter 1

box will definitely work. 
Just minutes minutes and I started trying it on that mummified cat its beloved pet cat. The lab was isolated from the rest of the temples underground areas and despite the heating from the fire in the fireplace she felt the cold flowing through the place. Then the lights went out thick smoke spread followed by the fire of the fireplace and darkness prevailed.
She heard the cats voice and felt it moving and wiping its head with its foot. 
Moments later the lights returned in the lamps and the cap was lifted over the cat but it was still stiff as it was so it hid everything and put the cap back on the cat again. 
In the modern era I got dressed carried my bag and then moved with the butler to her house. We drove quickly along the road as the noise of our wellequipped car started to hollow out the morning air. We went up the Kensington Palace road and now stopped opposite a big house on the left side it was a really cool house. 
Not only in size but also with regard to architecture even in dim grey light in the morning which tends to shrink things the room looked great. Miss Trilloni met me in the hall and it was not clear to her what her fear was she seemed to control everything around her with a kind of highimpact dominance. 
It was more impressive because she was also somewhat turbulent and faded like snow. In the Great Hall there were many servants the men were standing together near the door of the hall and the women clung to each other in the corners and other entrances and there was a police officer talking to Miss Trilawne. 
Two men stood in uniform and a third in civilian clothes. When I held my hand in a rush of peace there was a look of relief in her eyes. She gently sighed and said
I knew you would come!
It could mean closing her hand on my hand for a long time even if it was not intended for anything in particular her hand was lost in my hand it was not a small hand. Rather it was beautiful and flexible with long sensitive fingersa rare and gentle hand surrender to the unconscious was distracting me and even though I could not at the moment think about the cause of the excitement that swept me I was able to pay attention to her movement as she turned and said to the police chief 
This is Mr. Malcolm Ross
The police officer saluted him saying 
I know Mr. Malcolm Ross Miss Maybe he will remember that I had the honour to work with him on the Brixton Koning case
At first glance I did not notice his identity as I was paying full attention to Miss Trilawne. I said 
we would shake hands. Of course Supervisor Dolan I remember well!
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