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In the afternoon my brain and fingers leap to their work because you have been with me. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. "Run away with her," replied Gay. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it.
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