His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. Her body was perpetually tanned, despite the approach of winter. His own peculiar genius—a miracle key to the hidden things in men's souls—had given him this immediate and astonishing illumination. “I believe,” he said, “that you mean me to be Prime Minister.
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