Finally she decided that even for an hotel she must look round, and that meanwhile she would “book” her luggage at Waterloo. I’ve a dread of love dropping its petals, becoming mean and ugly. It was a clear, lovely, October morning. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. He wasn't sure, but he thought he saw a faint shudder stir her shoulders.
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