If you talk of your faults, I shall talk of your splendors. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. She loved her mother Marina more than any other thing in the world and could not bear to speak to her for a fortnight after being told her fate. He leaned forward to embrace her.
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