He leaned forward to embrace her. Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. The smell assaulted them even before they entered the restaurant, greasy and savory. ‘She won’t. Find out what I have done or failed to do. Wood strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. He had promised her some books, for she had voiced her hunger for stories. She loved for him to regale her with the stories of his past, the days of ancient Greece. But don't thank me; thank Miss Enschede. " "Poor soul!—poor soul!" groaned Wood, brushing the tears from his vision.
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