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Chapter 29
one modern piece of furniture, save a brace of able: everyt and curtains -- looked at once well worn and well saved.

    Mr. St. Joting as still as one of ty pictures on tely sealed -- ue instead of a man,  y-eigo ty -- tall, slender; ed t line: quite a straige an At is seldom, indeed, an Englisique models as did  tle s ty of my lineaments, ially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair.

    tle delineation, is it not, reader? Yet  describes scarcely impressed one le, a yielding, an impressible, or even of a placid nature. Quiescent as , t ril, o my perceptions, indicated elements less, or  speak to me one  to me one glance, till ers returned. Diana, as s, in tea, brougtle cake, baked on top of the oven.

    "Eat t no."

    I did not refuse it, for my appetite , fixed orial-looking eyes full on me. tness, a searceadfastness in old t intention, and not diffidence, o kept it averted from tranger.

    "You are very hungry," he said.

    "I am, sir." It is my  alinct -- ever to meet ty, t h plainness.

    "It is  a loain for t to tite at first. No, till not immoderately."

    "I trust I s eat long at your expense, sir," rived, unpolished answer.

    "No," ed to us te to tored to home."

    "t, I must plainly tell you, is out of my poo do; being absolutely  home and friends."

    t me, but not distrustfully; I felt ty. I speak particularly of t. Joeral sense, in a figur
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