‘Must be still downstairs. The spinsters—who on the morrow would vanish out of the girl's life for ever—had already left their imprint upon her imagination. We LIKED each other well enough. The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon the infant, and then on himself. She could still remember his face, the perpetually wet lips that turned down at the sides, his drooping Roman eyes.
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