Her figure was perfect,—tall, graceful, rounded,—and, then, she had deep liquid blue eyes, that rivalled the stars in lustre. Not a bad man as men go, but he would sell whisky and gin. The helicopter lifted from her hand and hovered in the air. Down in my part of the world it's all a man has to go by.
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