Then he went back to his rooms and lit a cigar. “I see the difficulty. "We shall all be murdered. "You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. “Odd little room,” said Ann Veronica, dimly apprehending that obtrusive sofa. It seems to me just talk; it seems to me like the fancy of a dream.
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