She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. The night had swallowed him up, but his work on her was done. “It was unpleasant while it lasted, but it is over —and my toasted scones are delicious. The blast shrieked, as if exulting in its wrathful mission.
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