She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves. He met her eyes with his fiery black gaze. McClintock's heart went out to Spurlock; he would always be the boy's friend, even though he had dragged this girl on to the rocks with him. ‘Don’t look at me like that,’ Martha begged. ‘Again?’ Another simple parry. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. They’re fairly intricate little things.
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