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Her attenuated arms were crossed upon her breast; and her black brows and eyelashes contrasted fearfully with the livid whiteness of her skin. “Sure, but it’s not like you’re married, you know. In the old days he had been something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. She spent a very disagreeable afternoon and evening—it was raining fast outside, and she had very unwisely left her soundest pair of boots in the boothole of her father’s house in Morningside Park—thinking over the economic situation and planning a course of action. Only her face was clear, frail and delicate, almost flower-like, with the sad haunting eyes ever watching his. E.
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