“But your hair,” he gasped. Ann Veronica tried to seem absolutely unconcerned. Anyone else who finds out must be killed, otherwise, you insure death or worse for us. Having accomplished his intent, Gerald let the lad go and had himself driven back to Stratton Street. She looked away. ‘—and I love your raven hair, and your bright blue eyes, and your very kissable lips—’ suiting the action to the words ‘—and I love the crazy way you speak English, and the way you curse at me. “It sounds too ridiculous. Horrible memories of things seen beneath the microscope of the baser forms of life crawled across her mind and set her shuddering with imagined irritations. “We will take it then,” he said, “that you have refused or ignored one request I have made you this morning. They are long gone.
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