" He paused, and not without malice. “You haven’t seen him in three hundred years?” He asked. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. He had reacted by pushing her away, disgust and frustration on his face. ” He put his hands in his pockets, his mouth puckered to a whistle, and he went to the door of the outer preparation-room and stood there, looking, save for the faintest intensification of his natural ruddiness, the embodiment of blond serenity.
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