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She looked into his eyes, truly noticing their gray color for the first time. I am far too much the gentleman. It would not have interested him in the least to learn that the tub ran on two powers—wind and oil. He was brooding over her, she could sense it, and the shadowy circles around his lovely dark eyes bespoke a terrible ongoing insomnia. “Yes, I remember,” she said. "My limbs feel so light, now that my irons are removed," he observed with a smile, "that I am half inclined to dance. But, after all, what does that matter? He is very much taken with me.
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