She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. She followed Oxford Street into Holborn, and then she inquired for Chancery Lane. After all, what did it matter?—it or anything else in the world? She was within reach of his arms, beautiful, compelling, herself as it seemed suddenly conscious of the light which was burning in his eyes. Vorsack.
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