‘Eh bien?’ She thrust again, from the same place. How she had coveted her mother’s beauty and sought to emulate it, if only to please her. Your speaking of the trial brings the whole scene to my mind. Her lips were apart, but no breath seemed to issue from them; and, but for a slight—very slight palpitation of the bosom, the vital principle might be supposed to be extinct.
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