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Kneebone, then, sat down to await the arrival of his expected guest. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it. I hated him. She remained standing stiffly, unable even to move. Her hair was washed for her also. “I am off to-night,” he said. I finally got my own set of house keys when I turned eleven. I'm about to leave this country for ever. At the same time he comprehended that she was as pure and lovely as the white orchid of Borneo and that she did not carry that ridiculous shield called false modesty. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. And next morning she attired herself with especial care and neatness, found his address in the Directory at a post-office, and went to him. Sheppard, faintly.
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