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I did not even know where to write and thank you. 1. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. The uncanny directness of those gray eyes, the absence of diffidence, the beauty of the face in profile (full, it seemed a little too broad to make for perfect beauty), the mellow voice that came full and free, without hesitance, all combined to mark her as the most unusual young woman he had ever met. He cupped her small hands in the bowl of his large ones and reassured her in the kindest manner, saying, “You will have the finest life that Florence has to offer. While you talked I was only making our plans. His smile faded. I do not want to get only a second-hand flavour of life.
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