And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. She could not be more than twenty; and though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. There was a brief pause, a crowded pause, between them.
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