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SEALED LIPS. 49 little by the way she dressed her hair. Her hair was blonde, frizzled on her forehead in little curls which gave her face a rebellious look, soon cor- rected by the black eyes with their sad and rather indifferent look. These grand orators, usually silent, reserved their flashes of genius for causes worthy of their eloguence. When it pleased those eyes to speak a light transformed them, giving them that liquid brilliancy of a May sun, which penetrates and softens everything, even the thick bark of oaks. Her nose was exquisitely modeled; it might pos- sibly seem a trifle cold in its perfection; the purely chiseled nostrils rarely deigned to leave their marble-like immobility. This countenance showed the highest intelligence, added to an indomitable will; if she lacked anything it was animation. Her mouth alone gave life to the face; a mouth alwavs on the alert, sometimes mischievous, sometimes dis- appointed, sometimes cruel, but more readily serious than coquettish. The slightest shadow of vexation or ennut lent to the whole face a disdainful look, assisted by the slightly hard lines of her eyebrows. Nothing could be stranger than what her smile discreetly revealed. A curling of the lip to the right made a dimple in her round, rosy-tinted cheek, soft and savory as an infant’s. One could generally say that one-half of her face only deigned to smile. Fortunate was the one who chanced to _see this splendor of pearls, when a gleam of gayety GomMmichbooks (€(0)