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Updated: May 19, 2025
Lieutenant Commander Jakob von Liegnitz sat in the officers' wardroom of the Brainchild and shuffled a deck of cards with expert fingers. He was a medium-sized man, five-eleven or so, with a barrel chest, broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and lean hips. His light brown hair was worn rather long, and its straight strands seemed to cling tightly to his skull.
"Where are you going?" Polly asked. "To get my clothes and take them to the guest room. Mrs. Baird said Connie would sleep with Ange while she's here. I'm off." "Betty, you darling!" Angela exclaimed but Betty was half way down the hall. Study hour began at five o'clock and lasted until six-thirty. The girls found it impossible to get to work. At exactly five-eleven, Angela threw a note to Polly.
He was a clean-cut man, five-eleven in his stockings, and few men in all that country had a handsomer body. His shoulders sloped an excellent configuration for strength as a study of no less a man than George Washington will prove his arms were round, his skin white as milk, his hair, like my own, a sandy red, and his eyes blue and very quiet.
She'll be here on the five-eleven. She 'phoned Mrs. Baird from New York. Did you ever hear anything so thrilling? Just imagine Connie back again!" "For good?" Polly demanded. "No, just for a visit, she's going back day after to-morrow." "Jemima! I'm glad," Betty exclaimed. "Won't it be natural to have her around again?" "We've always missed her," Lois added.
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