"The sweet creature turned all colours in her confusion, feigning to reprove a slight disorder in her dress: a slip of underwood clung there for the very trees adore her. When Conmee had passed she glanced at her lovely ec/ho in the little mirror she carries. But he had been kind. In going by he had blessed us." (U14.1156)
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