His lovely black eyes softened until they became like languid as the night sky. He wore a threecornered hat, a sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round his throat. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. He was way out of her league and it was downright odd that he had obliged himself to talk to her, let alone walk her home. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe. One gets drawn into things. "Trenchard," he muttered; "Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as to the name. Melusine flung herself down the rest of the steps and through the doorway. Should be home soon.
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