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She became aware of the modelling of his ear, of the muscles of his neck and the textures of the hair that came off his brow, the soft minute curve of eyelid that she could just see beyond his brow; she perceived all these familiar objects as though they were acutely beautiful things. ‘What in the world is that?’ demanded Miss Froxfield. “Come to my rooms and have a drink. He was not, it seemed, the proper stipendiary at all, and there had been some demur to his jurisdiction that had ruffled him. ’ ‘And why are you not married,’ she demanded suddenly, ‘if it is that you have land?’ Gerald grimaced. It is a matter of degree.
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