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It was now getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of the stranger. She was perhaps as near tears as ever before in her life. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. “For my own part I have come fully now into my inheritance. “Now here hath been dawning another blue day; I’m just a poor woman, please take it away. "She has flown up stairs," replied the widow. He stood upon the threshold, dangling his eye-glasses in his fingers, stolid, imperturbable, mildly interrogative. Love-making at first hand is dull enough. Her eyes were perhaps a little brighter than usual, the firelight played about her hair, there seemed to him to be a sudden softening of the straight firm mouth.
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