She looked into his eyes, truly noticing their gray color for the first time. She complained of the crowded cities, dismayed that the people were repopulating them like rabbits. He knocked his pipe on the teak rail. The candle was shaking in his hand as Ruth appeared in the doorway. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. ‘Say it. He smiled. ‘I do not understand you. Not much to his surprise, Jack Kimble shook his head. He reached over and took her hand.
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