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Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. She entered the front hall, formerly magnificent, now faded and dusty, the old wood table waiting for guests who would never come. But she could see that Diane watched her more closely now, and in a cat-like way. His thoughts, indeed, were too painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some time, they quite overcame him. If I am to have no other opportunity I will speak before them. ‘Don’t put me at the necessity of marrying the abominable little wretch.
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