"Marius turned at the sound of my voice
and a smile lit up the questioning frown that had creased his features. He was
stocky, which made him look shorter than he really was, and he had rich black
hair, well-pomaded and slicked back. His eyes were deep blue and the boyishness
of his features was marred only by the ugly scar left by a British bayonet
which had scored a line from the lower left edge of his jawbone to the outer
corner of his right eye. His strong right hand, clad in black leather, crushed
mine as he happily doffed his jacket and took the seat opposite me.
'Egon! It’s good to see you! I thought I
wouldn’t get to see a friendly face at all while I was here.' I signalled the
waiter to make my order for two and soon we were toasting each other’s health
in mulled wine..."
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