His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. He took her hand in his, raising it closer, and gently touched the maltreated skin. It’s to do with adolescence. It was his redemption, his ticket out of hell—that blue-serge coat. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. "You hear that," cried Mrs. “How old are you?” “Sixteen. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. Narrow little beady brown eyes, and she’s got big eyebrows like dead caterpillars.
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