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What gave the puzzling twist to an ordinary situation was her manner: she was guileless. Her teeth were chattering so hard that she had to clench them for fear of biting off her own tongue. Every movable mirror had been placed here, to discourage vanity, and since no whitewash covered the brocaded purple wallpaper, its pervasive hue gave an added sense of heaviness to the crowded chamber. “Would you stand it? I’m going to clear out. But I sent him the longest way about. She danced with two others. He had a handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic proportions derived from his father the dragoon. I could not hear his heart beat. “How CAN I tell him?” whispered Miss Stanley. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. Wood entered the room, followed by Thames. It is enough to make a man throw away canvas and brushes into the bottomless precipices, enough to make one weep with despair at his utter and absolute impotence. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. . She turned towards the door, and had taken a pace towards it when it was flung open.
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