Lucy jammed her foot down onto Mark McCloskey’s
forehead. There was only one small grated
window in this hold, which admitted but little light. She brought her face to his chest, turning her head
sideways so he would not notice her elongated canines. The cheek-bones
were prominent: the nose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils; the chin
narrow, but well-formed; the forehead broad and lofty; and he possessed such an
extraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that he could elevate his eyebrows at pleasure up to the very verge of his sleek and shining black hair, which,
being closely cropped, to admit of his occasionally wearing a wig, gave a
singular bullet-shape to his head. He embraced her like her
father once had.
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