She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. He reached a silver cigar and cigarette box from the sideboard and put it before his father-in-law, and for a time the preliminaries of smoking occupied them both. Kimble had bedded the animal down at the local inn. For the first time in her life she had heard music; the door to enchanted sounds had been flung wide. You should go home today and get some rest. "What is all this, dear Winny?" inquired Thames, as soon as they were alone.
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