Her lips came together with an expression between contentment and the faintest shadow of a smile, her manner was one of quiet reserve, and behind this mask she was wildly discontented and eager for freedom and life. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable, playing constantly about them. ‘You give me an excellent excuse to have in the Madeira,’ said his hostess, reaching for a silver hand bell and setting it pealing. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. In stature, he was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek, snub-nosed, and demure. ” She stopped buttoning her glove, and looked at him.
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