” She replied with a rehearsed answer, “I was told that my real mother died the day I was born. "He has heard of your wonderful escapes, and wishes to see what you're like. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. Winifred's features would have been pretty, for they were regular and delicately formed, if they had not been slightly marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes spares more than it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain in the smoothest complexion. Wood.
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