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"
"
So
have
I
mine
,
"
she
replied
;
after
which
she
added
:
"
What
is
he
like
?
"
"
I
've
been
dying
to
tell
you
.
But
he
's
like
nobody
.
"
"
Nobody
?
"
she
echoed
.
"
He
has
no
hat
.
"
Then
seeing
in
her
face
that
she
already
,
in
this
,
with
a
deeper
dismay
,
found
a
touch
of
picture
,
I
quickly
added
stroke
to
stroke
.
"
He
has
red
hair
,
very
red
,
close-curling
,
and
a
pale
face
,
long
in
shape
,
with
straight
,
good
features
and
little
,
rather
queer
whiskers
that
are
as
red
as
his
hair
.
His
eyebrows
are
,
somehow
,
darker
;
they
look
particularly
arched
and
as
if
they
might
move
a
good
deal
.
His
eyes
are
sharp
,
strange
--
awfully
;
but
I
only
know
clearly
that
they
're
rather
small
and
very
fixed
.
His
mouth
's
wide
,
and
his
lips
are
thin
,
and
except
for
his
little
whiskers
he
's
quite
clean-shaven
.
He
gives
me
a
sort
of
sense
of
looking
like
an
actor
.
"
"
An
actor
!
"
It
was
impossible
to
resemble
one
less
,
at
least
,
than
Mrs.
Grose
at
that
moment
.
"
I
've
never
seen
one
,
but
so
I
suppose
them
.
He
's
tall
,
active
,
erect
,
"
I
continued
,
"
but
never
--
no
,
never
!
--
a
gentleman
.
"
My
companion
's
face
had
blanched
as
I
went
on
;
her
round
eyes
started
and
her
mild
mouth
gaped
.
"
A
gentleman
?
"
she
gasped
,
confounded
,
stupefied
:
"
a
gentleman
he
?
"
"
You
know
him
then
?
"
She
visibly
tried
to
hold
herself
.
"
But
he
is
handsome
?
"
