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I
told
you
that
I
was
charmed
with
her
in
most
particulars
.
There
were
some
that
did
not
please
me
so
well
.
She
was
above
the
middle
height
of
women
.
I
shall
begin
by
describing
her
.
She
was
slender
,
and
wonderfully
graceful
.
Except
that
her
movements
were
languid
--
very
languid
--
indeed
,
there
was
nothing
in
her
appearance
to
indicate
an
invalid
.
Her
complexion
was
rich
and
brilliant
;
her
features
were
small
and
beautifully
formed
;
her
eyes
large
,
dark
,
and
lustrous
;
her
hair
was
quite
wonderful
,
I
never
saw
hair
so
magnificently
thick
and
long
when
it
was
down
about
her
shoulders
;
I
have
often
placed
my
hands
under
it
,
and
laughed
with
wonder
at
its
weight
.
It
was
exquisitely
fine
and
soft
,
and
in
color
a
rich
very
dark
brown
,
with
something
of
gold
.
I
loved
to
let
it
down
,
tumbling
with
its
own
weight
,
as
,
in
her
room
,
she
lay
back
in
her
chair
talking
in
her
sweet
low
voice
,
I
used
to
fold
and
braid
it
,
and
spread
it
out
and
play
with
it
.
Heavens
!
If
I
had
but
known
all
!
I
said
there
were
particulars
which
did
not
please
me
.
I
have
told
you
that
her
confidence
won
me
the
first
night
I
saw
her
;
but
I
found
that
she
exercised
with
respect
to
herself
,
her
mother
,
her
history
,
everything
in
fact
connected
with
her
life
,
plans
,
and
people
,
an
ever
wakeful
reserve
.
I
dare
say
I
was
unreasonable
,
perhaps
I
was
wrong
;
I
dare
say
I
ought
to
have
respected
the
solemn
injunction
laid
upon
my
father
by
the
stately
lady
in
black
velvet
.
But
curiosity
is
a
restless
and
unscrupulous
passion
,
and
no
one
girl
can
endure
,
with
patience
,
that
hers
should
be
baffled
by
another
.
What
harm
could
it
do
anyone
to
tell
me
what
I
so
ardently
desired
to
know
?
Had
she
no
trust
in
my
good
sense
or
honor
?
Why
would
she
not
believe
me
when
I
assured
her
,
so
solemnly
,
that
I
would
not
divulge
one
syllable
of
what
she
told
me
to
any
mortal
breathing
.
There
was
a
coldness
,
it
seemed
to
me
,
beyond
her
years
,
in
her
smiling
melancholy
persistent
refusal
to
afford
me
the
least
ray
of
light
.
I
can
not
say
we
quarreled
upon
this
point
,
for
she
would
not
quarrel
upon
any
.
It
was
,
of
course
,
very
unfair
of
me
to
press
her
,
very
ill-bred
,
but
I
really
could
not
help
it
;
and
I
might
just
as
well
have
let
it
alone
.
What
she
did
tell
me
amounted
,
in
my
unconscionable
estimation
--
to
nothing
.
It
was
all
summed
up
in
three
very
vague
disclosures
:
