Brendon and I returned from the ‘Unusual,’ and found him lying in my room shot through the lungs. His complexion was pale; and there was something sinister in the expression of his large black eyes. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. Yet the smoke was curling upwards in a faint innocent-looking cloud to the ceiling. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck.
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