QUOTE : Marshall adored the sound of his own voice. In any<br />circumstance where there was silence, he took it upon himself as a favor to the<br />world to fill it.<br />“Don’t start—”<br />Benedikt’s protest went unheard.<br />“Shall I compare him to a winter’s night?” Marshall proclaimed. “More<br />breathtaking and more rugged: tempest breezes do tremble with less might—”<br />“You saw a stranger for two seconds on the street,” Benedikt interrupted dully.<br />“Please calm down.”<br />“With eyes like deadly nightshade, lips like fresh fruit. A freckle atop his left<br />cheek like”—Marshall paused, then suddenly shot to his feet—“like this strangely<br />shaped spot on the ground.