Here he stared at her with an immense admiration in his eyes.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHARLIE PERIGAL
Mavis looked at the friend of her youth. As she saw him now, he was, in appearance, but a grown-up replica of the boy she remembered. There were the same steely blue eyes, curly hair, and thin, almost bloodless lips. With years and inches, the man had acquired a certain defiant self-possession which was not without a touch of recklessness; this last rather appealed to Mavis; she soon forgot the resentment which his earlier familiarity had excited.
"You haven't altered a bit!" she declared.
"But you have."
"I know. I'm quite an old woman."
"That's what I was going to say."
"Thanks."