She took the piece of paper and unfolded it in the safety of her lap. I don’t suppose a girl can tell if a man is in love with her or not in love with her. Their momentary absence seemed to have worked wonders; for now the most perfect understanding appeared to subsist between them. Over these hung levels, bevels, squares, and other instruments of measurement. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. “I think,” he said, “that some one ought to warn her. Groping their way through one or two dark and mouldy-smelling vaults, the party ascended a flight of steps, which brought them to the hall.
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