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- Author: Charles Norris Williamson
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1437315623
- ISBN-13: 9781437315622
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English
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Excerpt: Roger Sands had steel-gray eyes, a straight black line of brows drawn low and nearly meeting above them, thick black hair lightly powdered with silver at the temples, and a clean-shaven, aggressive chin. He had the air of being hard as nails. Most people, including women, thought him hard as nails. He thought it of himself, and gloried in his armour, never more than on a certain September day, when resting in the Santa Fe Limited, tearing back to New York after a giant's tussle in California. But-it was hot weather, and he had left the stateroom door open. Everything that followed came-from this. Suddenly he became conscious of a perfume, and saw a woman hovering, rather than standing, at the door. At his look she started away, then stopped. "Oh, do help me!" she said. She was young and very beautiful. He couldn't stare quite as coldly as he ought. "What can I do for you?" was the question he asked. He had hardly opened his mouth before she flashed into the stateroom and shut the door.
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- Author: Charles Norris Williamson
- Publisher: Kessinger Publishing
- ISBN-10: 1437315623
- ISBN-13: 9781437315622
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.8 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Language: English English
Excerpt: Roger Sands had steel-gray eyes, a straight black line of brows drawn low and nearly meeting above them, thick black hair lightly powdered with silver at the temples, and a clean-shaven, aggressive chin. He had the air of being hard as nails. Most people, including women, thought him hard as nails. He thought it of himself, and gloried in his armour, never more than on a certain September day, when resting in the Santa Fe Limited, tearing back to New York after a giant's tussle in California. But-it was hot weather, and he had left the stateroom door open. Everything that followed came-from this. Suddenly he became conscious of a perfume, and saw a woman hovering, rather than standing, at the door. At his look she started away, then stopped. "Oh, do help me!" she said. She was young and very beautiful. He couldn't stare quite as coldly as he ought. "What can I do for you?" was the question he asked. He had hardly opened his mouth before she flashed into the stateroom and shut the door.
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