“I heard your voices, and the hall is draughty. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. "Hear me, Jack!" shrieked his mother. ’ Roding started. You’re a far cry from your usual gloomy self these days. "You are a paragon of prudence and discretion," rejoined the woollen-draper, drawing his chair closer to hers. The door was closed— locked,—and the pair were heard descending the stairs. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour.
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