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The woman asked the question quite naturally. There was no suggestion of guilt or defiance about her, nothing but an uneasy fear gleaming in her eyes. She looked just like a dog does when he is not quite certain as to his reception at the hand of strangers. From the slender lines of her figure and her quick, easy movements, Temple guessed her to be young.
Youth was suggested in every line of her body. Her face was pure oval and very fair to look upon, though it carried a suggestion of pain and suffering which gave it an odd expression of experience and worldly knowledge. It was an honest, open face enough, and Temple admitted its attractiveness. For some reason he felt kindly disposed towards her.