It may be useful to you. No sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of an inquisitor. As she did so, the ruffles to the jacket of her riding habit fell away, exposing livid blue bruises about her wrist, ugly in the light of day from the window at their back. Some days, his eyes were green. They sat in the windowed booth at the restaurant across from each other. She seemed to grow more beautiful to him and not the opposite.
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