Opening the door, I took a moment to appreciate his stance in the hallway. Taller than me by nearly a foot, Randolph stood with his body straight and his head slightly bowed, his chauffeur's cap held in front of his crotch with both hands. His black hair was peppered with gray, its wavy curls giving him an attractive rakish appearance that I took pains to conceal from him. Unlike most others in his profession today, he chose to wear the more traditional uniform with the buttons going straight down along the right side of his coat. I felt myself getting moist already, and knew that my melancholy was going to vanish before this night was through.
 
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