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Balanced on his nose were enormous tortoise-shell spectacles. By the time he had reached the summit of this hill, he had lost all trace of them; and the ardour of the chase having in some measure subsided, he began to reproach himself for his folly, in having wandered—as he conceived—so far out of his course. He took Diane out. Her face reminded him of a delicate unglazed porcelain cup, filled with blond wine. “Let me get you some water, Annabel. “Nothing. “I just came to you and put myself in your hands. 1. ” She covered her face with her hands.
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