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At this point she had perceived that she was drifting from her subject. 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. A
full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of
"right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him
of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and
bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes.
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