His hair was light brown, almost straw-coloured, and was brushed
straight back from the forehead. A small, jaunty moustache, distinctly
English in character, adorned his upper lip. His eyes were brown,
set well back under a perfectly level, rather prominent brow. His
mouth was wide and faintly satirical; his chin aggressively square;
his nose long and straight. His voice was deep and pleasant, and he
spoke with what Miss Miller described as a "perfectly fascinating
drawl." Mrs. Pollock, who was quite an extensive reader of novels
and governed her conversation accordingly went so far as to say that
he was "the sort of chap that women fall in love with easily,"--and
advised Miss Miller to keep a pretty sharp watch on her heart,--a
remark that drew from Miss Miller the confession that she had
rejected at least half a dozen offers of marriage and she guessed
if there was any watching to be done it would have to be done by
the opposite sex. (As Miss Miller had repeatedly alluded to these
fruitless masculine manifestations, Mrs. Pollock merely sniffed,--and
afterwards confided to Miss Molly Dowd her belief that if any one
had ever asked Angie Miller to marry him she'd be a grandmother
by this time.) From this, it may be correctly surmised that Miss
Miller was no longer in the first bloom of youth.
Whenever Courtney appeared on Main Street, he was the centre not
only of observation but of active attention.
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