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He was tall, nearly six feet, and from his stature it was clear that he spent some spare time working on his physique. His was the Latin turn of thinking; he had fallen in love at thirteen, and he was still capable—he prided himself—of falling in love. It was rude and disrespectful to raise her eyes to him, her mother had warned. You're in luck to-night, widow. In the matter of his conscience he was primitive; and for an educated man to become primitive is to become something of a child. "How goes it?" he began, heartily.
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