Over the mantel, set into an ornately carved panel with fluted columns at each end, was a portrait of a man on horseback. Her complexion was wan and faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly scattered with gray. We should not bar any engagements at private houses, but in other respects the arrangement must be exclusive. Coolly and gingerly, she kissed it as it stood at its hard angle from his body. ‘Well, only look what’s come of it. He became really companionable, discussed the new story he had in mind, and asked some questions about colour. ‘She?’ ‘Damnation!’ He saw her frown, and added at once, ‘I beg your pardon, ma’am.
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