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           HeatersincarswereextremelyrareinAustraliathenasnow,buttheRollswasequippedwithaheater;thatnightitwasverywelcome,forthefrostlaytwoinchesthickontheground.

           "Oh,isn’titnicetositwithoutacoatonanightlikethis?"Meggiesmiled,takingthelittlesilvercollapsiblecupofchampagneLukegaveher,andbitingintoahamsandwich.

           "Yes,itis.Youlooksoprettytonight,Meghann."

           Whatwasitaboutthecolorofhereyes?Greywasn’tnormallyacolorhecaredfor,tooanemic,butlookingathergreyeyeshecouldhavesworntheyheldeverycolorintheblueendofthespectrum,violetandindigoandtheskyonarichclearday,deepmossygreen,ahintoftawnyyellow.Andtheyglowedlikesoft,half-opaquejewels,framedbythoselongcurlinglasheswhichglitteredasiftheyhadbeendippedingold.Hereachedoutanddelicatelybrushedhisfingeralongthelashesofoneeye,thensolemnlylookeddownatitstip.

           "Why,Luke!What’sthematter?"

           "Icouldn’tresistseeingformyselfthatyoudon’thaveapotofgoldpowderonyourdressingtable.Doyouknowyou’retheonlygirlI’veevermetwithrealgoldonhereyelashes?"

           "Oh!"Shetouchedthemherself,lookedatherfinger,laughed."SoIhave!Itdoesn’tcomeoffatall."Thechampagnewasticklinghernoseandfizzinginherstomach;shefeltwonderful.