"Am I going to meet a tall dark stranger, or journey across the sea?"

He would be the tall, dark stranger, suddenly riding to the rescue.

There'd just better be no more dark strangers on the way, that's all.

The reading glasses distorted his image into that of a dark stranger.

Tamara whispered to the dark stranger who held her in his arms.

She clearly was having a hard time accepting this dark stranger as a friend, even though he had just saved her life.

The tall dark stranger fell backwards slowly, like a tree.

A tall, dark stranger had bought a big house not far from the station.

Still the dark stranger attacked, with no sign of strain or exhaustion.

Who was he, this dark stranger with the compelling voice and mesmerizing eyes?