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She glared at him in disbelief, and he knew then that he could not bear to look at that reproachful brown pair, so his eyes lowered to her mouth, now pale with grief. Dommie bit her lower lip to stop it from quivering, making it whiter still. Finally she let out a broken sigh, and the right corner of her mouth twitched as a single tear made its way down her cheek. Her teeth clenched in a tight grimace, and in a voice barely louder than silence she gasped out, “He loved you, you know.”
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Cian leaned on his arm, not even daring to look at the time, for he just wanted to admire Anne from afar. He was unable to actually see her but for a dark silhouette cut against the moonlit sky, yet he remembered what she looked like with such exact precision that he could picture her now as if she was under broad daylight: bony, yet with a full-breasted chest, to where her sandy hair reached, almond shaped and coloured eyes, curvy lips, a wide grin of slightly crooked teeth, sharp cheekbones and a round-edged nose, and she smelt of fresh cotton and virginal naïvety, even though her rosy skin betrayed a tainted glow. And one wondered how could a mouth with a voice so dry also have a tongue so wet.