Herrikhan smiled, keeping his lips closed. The handsome eyes flicked downward, and his tattered robe appeared to melt away, revealing the sober, well-cut jacket and waistcoat of a wealthy New Yorker of the 1890's. Upon his watch fob, the emblems of several distinguished clubs hung unobtrusively. He wore a handkerchief in his pocket and his discreet silken tie lay on the snowy linen of his shirt. He rattled his penknife in his trouser pockets and took a few steps in the swinging stride of a man of affairs, roaches cracking beneath his shining shoes. He turned back to the mirror with a flourish. He bowed. He reached out a hand, and a black bowler appeared between his fingers. He placed it upon his head only to sweep it off. "Delighted to make your acquaintance, Miss Claus."-- The Legend of Holly Claus by Brittney Ryan
Chapter 15, Page 249
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