His eyes glowed beneath the glasses and his blue buttondown shirt was reflected in the lenses. Beauty doesn’t mean, never has meant, anything—anything at all but you. “Won’t you have some more tea, Mr. C. It’s a damned hard thing to do. And one must—some of it must slip through one’s fingers. ‘You know about that?’ ‘It was the only possible deduction.
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