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At the sound of his voice every vestige of colour fled from Winifred's cheeks,
and the work upon which she was engaged fell from her hand. An uncomfortable silence
followed. She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the
muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft
minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all
these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. ”
Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache
an upward curl before the looking-glass. “Don’t befool me any more,” he answered, almost roughly. “Permit me to offer you the English paper which has just arrived, Sir John,” he
said, holding out a Daily Telegraph. He was
beautiful despite the odd angle. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue.
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