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O'Higgins eyed it thoughtfully. ’ He glanced at the portrait behind her. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. “I wonder—I wonder if we shall ever get like that. Men fled from their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater dangers. Only how had they missed him? Were they imbecile? Or perhaps the mists had concealed him from them. By-the-bye,” he added, in a suddenly altered tone, “I hope, I trust—that you have not entered into any arrangements with any one here?” “I—oh no!” Anna said, a little faintly.
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