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" "As like as life, Sir," observed Austin, peeping over Thornhill's shoulder at the portrait. But once he had steered the lady down the hall and along a passage to a window seat at the end, he abandoned the subject of society. She had never been there before at that hour, in that light, and it seemed to her as if she came to it all for the first time. She wore a plain black dress, reaching almost to her throat—her small oval face, with the large brown eyes, was colourless, delicately expressive, yet with something mysterious in its Sphinx-like immobility. Then suddenly her spirit rose in revolt. Someone bounded up the stairs, which groaned from the strain, unmistakably Mike. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much.
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