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She may look like she wants to swoon, a bit dizzy perhaps, but it should not shut her down to the point of sleeping. How long is your visit, this time? She should be waking, we think, in about an hour. We will need some time with her at that point. But if you are willing to wait, we will dispense the laudanum when she feels she wants it. Her long eyelashes would flutter, and her hand would jerk, on occasions. He sat and stroked her arm and fingers. The warmth beneath his hand had been a long time in coming, hope had been given up, as his life emptied out. Just his light touch to her sent all the fibers in his body tingling. His mind was struggling to grasp that she was within reach; that she had come to him. His emotions had been unleashed, and they wanted to vault ahead of his actions. He felt such a swelling inside of his chest that he thought his heart would pop out. He began to speak to her, finally standing and kissing her lightly on her forehead. You will always be safe with me. I want to hold you gently in my arms. I want to look into your eyes and feel your breath upon my face. Could she hear him, he wondered. Your Miss Hale had a good night. I guess you have talked with the doctors? Yes, I did just speak with Dr. I am sure you are anxious for her to open her eyes. He wanted to be alone with her. I need to bath her and change her bed. We expect her to come around soon, and I. If not, I will be waiting down the hall. He left the room. As he was again traversing the corridor, he considered a wedding ring. Here, he had a minister waiting and no ring. Finding Branson at the curb, he said, . A nice looking young nurse was scribbling on a tablet near the administration area. He decided to start there. I am hoping to locate the doctor on duty three days ago. Would you happen to know who that was or where I could find out? I can find out for you. A few moments later she came back carrying a piece of paper. Is there something I can help you with? 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Of course, we can size the ring at any time. He felt it was Margaret set in stone. It was a delicate emerald ring in an oval shape. Around the large stone were pearls and diamonds. It was all set in a web of filigree platinum. John saw it as soft and brilliant. The pearls toned it down from being ostentatious, which would never suit Margaret. Thornton, and I do not say that as a salesman but as a friend. Looking at this one, I would say the lady is very feminine and also has qualities of spirit and challenge. Would you like that engraved while you wait? He slid the paper back to the jeweler who disappeared into the backroom. The ring was presented to him in a very small leather slip case, placed in a blue velvet bag. John slipped the ring into his inside pocket and headed back to the hospital. Maxwell had arrived at the Shaw. They both rushed to him at the door, inquiring of any news. However, I have been looking into Captain Hartford. Whether he is knowledgeable of Miss Hale. 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Settling back into the dark, smelly hole in the wall, Boushh peered across the room at Jabba again. The Bloated One was puffing on his hookah pipe and rocking back and forth to the tunes of the band. Under the yellow helmet, Boushh sighed in relief. So far everything was going as planned. An hour passed. With one last song, the band finished their set and, with Jabba's permission, took a break. Most of the crowd dispersed to other areas of the palace while Jabba settled into his late- afternoon nap. Someone approached Boushh's table and slid into the booth, catching the bounty hunter off guard. Boushh looked up to see one of Jabba's female dancers, a red- spotted lavender- skinned beauty with bright puffy orange- red hair. She wore a tight purple bodysuit that accentuated her figure nicely. You're one of those bounty hunters, aren't you? The female reached her gloved hand up to caress the nose of the bounty hunter's helmet as she leaned forward. Boushh was taken aback by this, unsure of how to respond without causing a scene, yet he managed to maintain a calm demeanor towards Rystall's obvious proposition. The last thing Boushh needed right now was to draw unwanted attention to himself, and this dancer wasn't helping him keep a low profile. Fortunately Jabba now appeared to be asleep on his throne. Most of the scoundrels in the room were too drunk to notice Boushh in the back corner, and Boba Fett had apparently disappeared. Taking Rystall's hand and gently lifting it from his leg, Boushh spoke in garbled Basic under the mask, . Well then, maybe some other time before you leave? He slid around to the other side of the booth, stood up with his long rifle staff in hand, and walked off toward the hall where the guest quarters were located. Rystall watched Boushh leave. Her eyes followed him through the crowd until she noticed someone else - - a smuggler sitting by the door. Smiling again, Rystall hopped out of the booth and strolled over to her next potential customer. Meanwhile another dancing girl standing in the shadows on the other side of the room watched Boushh exit the audience chamber. Her name was Mara Jade, but as far as everyone in the palace knew, she was simply known as . It seemed like a simple task at first, but now things were becoming more complicated. Mara suspected this Boushh fellow to be one of Skywalker's friends in disguise, here to help rescue the smuggler Han Solo. The last thing Mara needed was more of Skywalker's friends getting in her way. Using her Force- guided senses to learn a little more about this bounty hunter, Mara probed into the mind of the person beneath that Ubese breathing helmet, and to her surprise she discovered that Boushh was in fact a woman! With what Mara knew of Skywalker's Rebel associates, it wasn't too difficult to figure out that this could likely be Princess Leia. Mara smiled. Perhaps a simple suggestion to Jabba would put things in motion and keep the princess from interfering with her assassination of Luke Skywalker. Adjusting the silky blue veils of her semi- transparent dancing costume, Mara approached Jabba's throne.? It's about that bounty hunter that came here with the Wookiee. She reached out with the Force to touch the Twi'lek's mind. Reaching up and touching the helmet of the person crouching above him, Solo nervously asked, . She knew it would be difficult to escape from Jabba's guarded fortress on their own without the aid of Luke and Lando, but she was going try it anyway. The silence of the trophy room was suddenly broken by a deep rumbling laugh. The all- too- familiar jovial laughter of a Hutt echoed again and Han suddenly realized, . They had been expecting something like this to happen thanks to a tip from Jabba's red- haired dancing girl. Han turned to face the direction from which Jabba's laughter emanated. He had to think fast and talk even faster to get Leia and himself out of this mess. You may have been a good smuggler, but now you're bantha fodder. He had Han in his clutches and he was not willing to give Solo a chance to talk his way out of it this time. He had already made that mistake once before, over three years ago in a docking bay at Mos Eisley. You're throwing away a fortune here. She felt panged by the knowledge that she had failed to take Han out of this horrid place. Sure she had succeeded in releasing him from carbonite, but for what greater suffering? What might happen to him in Jabba's awful dungeon? And more importantly, what might now happen to her? There was still hope, however - - Luke's backup plan. The Hutt then directed his attention to the lovely female wearing Boushh's battle armor, smiling lavishly and licking his elongated lips. She instantly recognized him under his bronze tusked helmet.
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