Thick blonde lashes framed her dark blue, almost violet, eyes, her Spartan diet making her cheekbones even more prominent. Unusually for an Irish girl, she had blonde hair. She had rose-colored lips and he imagined a beautiful smile, but he’d only seen them closed in a mutinous line. He could only guess at her discomfort. Given her clothing, she wasn’t used to the luxurious surroundings of the hotel. She looked as if she’d wanted to run, but her pride kept her back. She was a stubborn piece, that much was obvious. She looked well capable of looking after herself,like most girls who lived in
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