Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. She inhaled a deep breath of air—London air. "Now stand before me, Poll. Her soft brown eyes, inherited from Larry, warmed an already pretty face. The peculiar appearance of the sky was not without some influence in awakening these terrors. Perhaps Ferringhall has pensioned her off. After the first courses however she scarcely noticed him. So let me assure you now that we are not accusing you of a crime.
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