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CHAPTER III. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. It’s your first evening, and early impressions do count for so much. " "She is a matchless creature!" exclaimed the young man. Cheveney was looking after her, I think, then. I don’t want to Bowdlerize Shakespeare. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. I made Hainault’s acquaintance, stood him drinks, lent him money. ’ ‘But I have told you that your capitaine would not like it that you arrest me. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly.
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