'They trusted him; he was popular, despite being young,having no wife, no family, a public school accent, a poshname, was seen as genuine, thoughtfully idealistic. Postponing it wouldbe easier; they could leave early on Saturday morninginstead. She had the windscreen wipers going at double rate, the lights on full beam. I hadn't thought of him before,but I mentioned it and he seemed interested.
Awayinto the direction of the crowds. Dark,very dark hair, with wings of grey at the temples, thatlooked as if they had been painted there, very dark greyeyes, a long, perfectly straight nose, and an expression ofgreat good humour. It was yours. Romilly sat down on the stool in front of the mirror.
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