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The emerald wings, slashed with scarlet and yellow, wheeling and swooping about her head, there among the wild plantain. The Higher Life and the Lower. My sister was scarcely likely to make a mistake. The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. She sat drawn together in her chair in the corner of the box, at a loss what to say or do—afraid, curious, perplexed. For the fresh and feverish hue of lip which years ago characterised this feature, was now substituted a pure and wholesome bloom, evincing a total change of habits; and, though the coarse character of the mouth remained, in some degree, unaltered, it was so modified in expression, that it could no longer be accounted a blemish.
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