She was dressed as English girls do dress for town, without either coquetry or harshness: her collarless blouse confessed a pretty neck, her eyes were bright and steady, and her dark hair waved loosely and graciously over her ears. ’ Upon which, she darted through the library door, galvanising both the sergeant and his two militiamen into action. There is no Heaven for your mother.
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