clayton554

clayton554

    poor pretence32 to eat his evening meal at the
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    like the lady in the carriage;
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    Tom was dismayed by the acuteness
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    while every polished button of his blue coat seemed
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    however, in this
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    his very bright eyes quite as conscious of the stricken
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    a carefully dressed gentleman with heavy
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    and it may have been three-quarters of an hour
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    This gesture was the final divinity
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    She had lifted a slender hand to the fluttering veil
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    like his cane22, instantaneously arrested
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    yet enveloped21 in the afterglow
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    The young man was left standing20 on the wooden
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    There was only that one glance between them
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    which, describing a brief arc
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    Without realizing what he did
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    yet mournful; and they were wistful
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    and the eyes that met his were remarkable
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    was just clearing away her veil when he turned to look
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