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On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. She had time in the afternoons to do crewelwork and embroidery, no longer occupied by the constant spinning of wool. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes. ” 129 She smiled wider.
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