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She glared at him with satisfaction. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things. Perhaps her odd beauty—and that too was natural—stirred these thoughts into being. Of course, girls repeat phrases and opinions of which they cannot possibly understand the meaning. The servants had left the room. Gay, was a stout, good-looking, good-humoured man, about thirty-six, with a dark complexion, an oval face, fine black eyes, full of fire and sensibility, and twinkling with roguish humour—an expression fully borne out by the mouth, which had a very shrewd and sarcastic curl.
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