He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. She wet some absorbent cotton with alcohol and refreshed his face and neck. Her fingers passed over a cunningly wrought surface of wood, with just the correct amount of protrusion, the precise colours of dyed leather, and cleverly gilded surfaces and neatly painted lettering. She leaned forward in her chair, as if petrified in fear by the scary story. He was alarmed when she returned to the stage and her eyes passed over him in the audience. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. .
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