He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the same proud cast of features. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. In all these weeks she had not once knelt to pray. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. C below. Aside from some loose coin and a trunk key, there was nothing in the pockets: no mail, no letter of credit, not even a tailor's label. And they admired Kent sedulously from the windows. Oh dear!—oh dear! Be careful of him," she added to her husband, "and get it over quickly, or never expect to see me again. ” He seemed bored. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. 192 Her skirt had ridden almost to her hips.
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