He somewhat resembled Archibald Chesney, one
of airy fairy Lilian's suitors. Like Archibald, the stranger was
tall and eminently gloomy in appearance. His hair was of a rare
blackness; his eyes were dark--a little indolent, a good deal
passionate--smouldering eyes! His eyebrows were arched, which gave
him an air of melancholy protest against the world in general. His
nose was of the high-and-mighty order that comes under the
denomination of aquiline, or hooked, as may suit you best. However
he did not shade his well-cut mouth with a heavy, drooping moustache
as did Archibald, for which variation Missy was intensely grateful.
Despite Lilian's evident taste for moustached gentlemen, Missy
didn't admire these "hirsute adornments."
She made all these detailed observations in the second before blond
Raymond Bonner, handsomer but less interesting-looking than the
stranger, came out of the Post Office, crying:
"Hello, girls! What's up?--joined the circus?"
This bantering tone, these words, were disconcerting. And before,
during their relentless progress down Maple Avenue, the expressions
of certain people sitting out on front porches or walking along the
street, had occasioned uncertainty as to their unshadowed
empressement.
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