It’s just life, pure life, life nascent, running clear and strong. "Sir Cecil is no more. Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword. She recognized him as the man who had blundered into the wrong room. It’s not far from twilight. The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. ’ ‘That is not your affair. . There was a pause, while the steel grey eyes sliced at her. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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