“I’d rather go as a chorus-girl,” she said. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. I've seen him often do it. It was the same smell that she had in his memory, but now it was definite, palpable, like a perfume. ’ The lashes fluttered demurely.
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