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Robert Le Strang was thirty-seven, in fact, but his features might have signified an older man. They had been moulded in a Stoic school, and the lines on them signified somewhat the scars earned in a more or less successful combat with adversity. The boney structure of the face, was prominent, particularly in its underjaw, which protruded a little, revealing, in moments of grimness, a row of small bull-terrier teeth calculated to grip. The whole cast of the face suggested dogged resolution, and would have been unpleasing, had not its sternness been partly belied, by the melancholy of a pair of very attractive blue eyes, shadowed under strong dark brows. It was healthily tanned, too, and bespoke an intimacy with fresh air. The stranger was well but quietly dressed, and stood with his left hand holding to the lapel of his dark fawn-coloured covert coat. He was patently a gentleman.
"Miss Vanborough?" he said.