[A little on edge is about the best way to describe Hermanβs current mental state. The chances of one of the palace guards making their way inside the haven are about 50/50. So when it finally registers to him that this isnβt the enemy, there is a breath of relief. His hands are clammier when the bristles of the broom are but inches away from the Doctorβs face.]
Good heavens! [He lowers the broom back to the ground. Taking in a few more deep breaths.] What in the devil are you doing here?
[Hermann asks as if he knows the gentleman, but thatβs about the first thing that comes out of his mouth.]
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Good heavens! [He lowers the broom back to the ground. Taking in a few more deep breaths.] What in the devil are you doing here?
[Hermann asks as if he knows the gentleman, but thatβs about the first thing that comes out of his mouth.]
I nearly brushed your face clear off.