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Again the chalky pallor spread even to her lips, her eyes became lit with the old terror. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. " "A clever device," replied Jonathan; "but it won't serve your turn. ” “It is you,” he cried, “you, who are talking folly, when you speak of friendship between you and me. ” Lucy wanted badly to believe her. I don’t conceal it. I am afraid because I love you, so that the mere thought of failure hurts. ’ The sharp eyes twinkled. That is what I don't understand.
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