He looked at Yvette as he passed, starting her full in the eyes, with his pariah’s bold yet dishonest stare. Something hard inside her met his stare. But the surface of her body seemed to turn to water. Nevertheless, something hard in her registered the peculiar pure lines of his face, of his straight, pure nose, of his cheeks and temples. The curious dark, suave, purity of all his body, outlined in the green jersey: a purity like a living sneer.
Lawrence/Virgin
THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT 
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