After a long fifteen seconds, she pulled her head back into the seat, looking at his face from the close angle, his nose huge and out of perspective, his eyes like round blue pearls. His strength has been described as prodigious; but now, heightened by his desire for vengeance, it was irresistible. Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. One realized indeed then where the differences lay; the tender curves about Anna’s mouth transformed into hard sharp lines in Annabel’s, the eyes of one, truthful and frank, the other’s more beautiful but with less expression—windows lit with dazzling light, but through which one saw—nothing. “I don’t know whether I shall go on,” said Gwen, a novel note of languorous professionalism creeping into her voice. She is, in her way, a dear. She distinctly shivered as he forced her to look at him.
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