Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and bright as a rose. She found herself alone in the train asking herself what she must do next, and trying not to think of herself as cut off from home or any refuge whatever from the world she had resolved to face. I had no idea she could go so fast. Breakfast, too, was an impossible occasion. There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature; and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society.
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