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The white haze of poison clouded her eyes. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. In the midst of this light stood a young woman. ” For a moment or two he did not speak. Don't you see Mr. Never did I need a rescue so much. ’ ‘Yes, that’s what I’m talking about,’ Gerald said. \"Oh. ” She said. “Someone must have found it and taken good care of it. “Cheveney!” she repeated. The great untrodden world was before her still, into which no one can pass alone. Mr.
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