The eyes, too, though large and bright, and shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. You have been useful to me, or I would not have spared you thus long. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. “Can’t stop, thanks,” he answered.
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