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. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot
decipher the signature. “There’s the whole situation. “Have you turned him yet?” Michelle whispered
hotly, trying not to raise the volume of her voice. Her hands wove
through his black hair, luxuriating in its thickness. I'm not
interested in him. The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a
single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured
elsewhere.
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