She turned her cheek to the cold sill; and by and by the sill grew warm and wet with tears. He reminds me of a slave I once had in Rome with those sullen dark eyes and that wistful pout. Plain, wide-mouthed, freckled, and ugly, she was an instantly jealous creature, her saving grace that she took no pains to mask her extreme dislike 47 of petite, pretty girls.
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