‘Who me, sir? Lor’ no, sir. Lucy felt her eyes misting up, turning traitor. The nose was long and sharp, the chin pointed, the forehead broad and flat, and connected, without any intervening hollow, with the eyelid; the teeth when displayed, seemed to reach from ear to ear.
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