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He
was
not
ugly
.
His
face
would
have
been
handsome
if
it
had
not
been
so
miserable
.
He
looked
as
if
the
sight
of
her
worried
and
fretted
him
and
as
if
he
did
not
know
what
in
the
world
to
do
with
her
.
“
Are
you
well
?
”
he
asked
.
“
Yes
,
”
answered
Mary
.
“
Do
they
take
good
care
of
you
?
”
“
Yes
.
”
He
rubbed
his
forehead
fretfully
as
he
looked
her
over
.
“
You
are
very
thin
,
”
he
said
.
“
I
am
getting
fatter
,
”
Mary
answered
in
what
she
knew
was
her
stiffest
way
.
What
an
unhappy
face
he
had
!
His
black
eyes
seemed
as
if
they
scarcely
saw
her
,
as
if
they
were
seeing
something
else
,
and
he
could
hardly
keep
his
thoughts
upon
her
.
“
I
forgot
you
,
”
he
said
.
“
How
could
I
remember
you
?
I
intended
to
send
you
a
governess
or
a
nurse
,
or
someone
of
that
sort
,
but
I
forgot
.
”
