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. And now you must go back, take up your work and think all this over. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them.
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