Stanley allowed his paper to drop a little, and scrutinized the hats and brows of their three fellow-travellers. “I can’t believe it. The windows were still darkened—perhaps she was not home yet. I knew it. He was a small, dark, reserved man, with a large inflexiblelooking convex forehead, and his wife was very pink and high-spirited, with one of those chins that pass insensibly into a full, strong neck.
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