So when a black haired pale skinned stranger walks in followed by a gust of icy air, dressed in an immaculate black wool overcoat and clutching an ornate gold knobbed cane under one arm, with just one hand sheathed in a fine silk glove and stands surveying the room with a slightly sinister air wouldn't you be slightly suprised when he asks in perfectly normal tones about spectacles?
:D
Heh...... well, ok, it might have something to do with the fact that I'm reading , well, listening on my ipod, to The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova, but it was a bit of a let down to hear him speak in normal middle class tones and not in deeply accented slavic ones.
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