“They got settled, Taylor and Fitz on the couch, Kimball leaning against the desk. Taylor took the chance to size the man up. Kimball’s hair was gray, cut in a military-style bristle top. His face had a permanently mournful expression,… — J.T. Ellison Copy Share Image
He stood beneath the white tower, and looked up at it with that mournful expression which his face always carried in repose: for one moment he thought of climbing up its cracked and broken stone, and then from its summit… — Peter Ackroyd Copy Share Image
