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Rather short than long; and the nostrils on either side are curved so prettily, that they look like two little delicate shells.

Is it possible! This was the peculiarity in her face.

You droop your head, dear uncle;—you tremble. Let me bring this child to you.

Not now,—not now.

But you will, some other time.

Let me have a little respite.—To look on aught like her—like what she was—like the creature that played round my chair—that followed me—thatOut upon thee, Fanny Frankland! thou hast stirred up vain yearnings within me, and when I see him he will not be like her after all.

And if he should not be so like as you expected, will you not befriend a poor helpless child, for even a slight resemblance?