Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. Chapter VI A QUESTION OF IDENTIFICATION The little man with the closely-cropped beard and hair looked at her keenly through his gold eye-glasses. Do you know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of these millionaire tradesmen. ‘Now I see why you’re marrying this woman, Hilary. ‘May I, indeed? I’ll take you up on that.
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