Perhaps what urged her interest in the young man's direction was the dead whiteness of his face, the puffed eyelids and the bloodshot whites. Lucy had passed the house once on the sidewalk, on a rare day when he was shoveling snow. “My only answer would be to ask you to look at that mirror and then at the poster. Tom swore he hadn't set eyes on him since the trial. I want to give you time to think. And pouring the contents of a small powderflask into a bumper of brandy, he tendered him the mixture.
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