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she turned round, I had time to notice her grave
profile, with somewhat large features, rich
chestnut hair, rather carelessly coiled in a knot, a
slender though not well-proportioned figure, the
body appearing too small for the massive head.
Her mouth was large, with full fresh lips, and
very expressive in its distinctly marked lines.
Her hands were very small, like a child’s, and
refined, though a little marred by two distinct
blue veins.
But her eyes! They were of a wonderful
expression, and gave to her face the peculiar
charm that attracted everybody; their colour
could not be defined, as it alternated between
grey-green and brown; they sparkled with
intelligence, as if piercing your soul to its
innermost recesses. But at the same time they
were kind and genial, beaming with sympathy,
and, as with a kind of magnetic spell, won your
confidence immediately. They were unusually
large and convex; at times, when they were
tired, you noticed a certain cast in them, which
might be partly owing to their extreme
shortsightedness.
She turned round quickly and met me with
outstretched hands, yet there was a certain
shyness in her manner, and her greeting was
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