She was flushed, and her eyes were bright and angry; her breath came sobbing, and her hair was all abroad in wandering strands of black. She, perhaps, displayed herself rather consciously as a fine person unduly limited. She answered slowly. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. ‘You don’t favour her, bar the black hair. Earles protested, seating himself before the desk, and dipping his pen in the ink. Then the inner door opened abruptly.
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