Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. “It’s just that he doesn’t seem like your type. I have done from the first moment I saw you. “For luck. You don’t want to look like Bozo.
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