Wood carved the ducks; Mr. His grey eyes burned under his shaggy eyebrows. So while he talked to this girl of work and freedom, his slightly protuberant eyes were noting the gracious balance of her limbs and body across the gate, the fine lines of her chin and neck. At the present moment she was living in a world of her own creation, a carnival of brave men and fair women, characters out of the tales she had so newly read for the first time. At least for one moment, it was. "My father!" she whispered. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out the great shrouded shapes of the furniture. I mean—I mean to do what I can. Left to himself, he took a survey of the room, and his heart leaped as he beheld over the, chimney-piece, a portrait of himself.
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