She had animated dark blue-gray eyes under her fine eyebrows, and dark brown hair that rolled back simply and effectively from her broad low forehead. The moisture from the sea was constant, and she spent countless hours staring at the sea from the west tower, the rise and fall of waves. D. F. ’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips.
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