She liked his face; it had on it the suggestion of gentleness, of fineness. It came to her like a dear thing rediscovered, that she loved Capes. “Lucy, have you noticed that I don’t even own a dog?” He spoke into her hair. ‘You little fool! I’m a trained soldier with ten years experience at my back. Get a license—just an idea of mine. Happy Birthday, then. By the will of Mr. I'll tote it myself.
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