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The girl could not determine the age of the Object, as well as the age of the woman who let her into the house. He wasn’t young, but that was all she could say about his age. Thick, black hair below the shoulders was carefully styled and made the white face even paler, but it strangely suited him. The high forehead was without a single wrinkle, the brown almond-shaped eyes, fringed with long eyelashes, looked attentively and friendly without a shadow of wariness under the well-defined beautiful sweep of black eyebrows. Mellie’s gaze slid over his face like a sunbeam on water, not really lingering anywhere, but at the same time not missing anything. The nose was straight, classic. The swollen upper lip made the curve of the lips more sensual. A dimple on his chin and high cheekbones, as if carved out of stone, completed the picture.

Mr. Mellone wore glasses with large smoky lenses in thin frames, he was clean-shaven and perfectly dressed. The shirt cut the eyes with its whiteness, a black velvet home jacket could decorate any fashion show. One could guess a lean, but strong and trained body under the shirt. He had thin white hands with long elegant fingers and… that was all. Then the table interfered. Mellie even took a few steps forward to see what was under the table, but stopped abruptly. Her gaze went to the panoramic window, or rather to the picture that opened behind it. She understood why the cautious Mr. Malone was sitting so calmly by that window. And she realized where the steady hum that she had heard there on the street was coming from. It was impossible to see anything from where she stopped, so she erroneously concluded (it was very and very badly, because a mistake was synonymous with death in her profession) that because of this window, Mr. Mellon became an ideal target. As if not so! Almost immediately, the abyss began outside the window, where a waterfall fell from a huge height on the other side of the cliff. Tons of water rushed down, breaking on the rocky shores, which is why a cloud of spray constantly hung in the air, enclosed in a rainbow frame! The sight was so amazing and overwhelming that Mellie took her breath away. She frankly admired the fantastic beauty, so it did not immediately dawn on her… Silence! But there must have been such a roar in the room that would have burst eardrums! And again, the enveloping, quiet voice took her by surprise: «Noise isolation! It was a qualitative work. I strongly do not recommend opening the windows here!», – and the girl saw Mr. Mellone smiling for the first time.