" At this allusion to his leader, a shudder passed through Blueskin's athletic frame. “David Courtlaw!” she repeated. She made an abrupt personal appeal. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. She had very frizzy hair indeed, very black eyebrows, a profusion of metallic adornments about her neck and waist, and an engaging smile.
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