His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. The foremost, tall, clean-shaven, perfectly groomed, half extended his hand with a smile of recognition. His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. She HAD cried, Ann Veronica knew. I sent a message straight. "Plague on't!" added he: "I never meant to take your babby from you.
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