There was a look in her eyes which puzzled him. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. What with these converging roofs that shut out all but a hand's breadth of the sky, sunshine was rare at this point. There's nothing on the card to indicate it, but I'm a detective. That’s how things are; that’s the order of the world. “Are you speaking to me?” she asked calmly. “Hello?” She asked as she cradled the phone by her ear. Gerald watched her perambulations in silence, his heart wrung. The boy’s besotted. She’d prefer that I read classic literature, of course, but she only reads paperback romance novels, so she can’t exactly complain. He kissed her lightly on the lips.
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