As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. "Who knows but this key may open a golden lock one of these days?" And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket. 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. "Eggs for me! You mistake, child. ” “Lucy, my disbelief remains in suspension.
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