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The stranger is advancing slowly: he is swarthy, and certainly not prepossessing. His hair is of that shade and texture that suggests unpleasantly the negro. His lips are a trifle thick, his eyes like sloes. There is, too, an expression of low cunning in these latter features that breeds disgust in the beholder. "Do you know," he says, slowly, staring at her the while, "you are the most beautiful woman I ever saw?" "If you would only hear me——".
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His face is slightly flushed, his whole manner full of importance. He advances to where the two girls are sitting, and stops opposite Mona. At home—in Sydney, I mean—the life was different. It was free, unfettered, and in a degree lawless. It suited me better." "Paul Rodney," replies he, very distinctly. "Very good, miss; I'm going," says the woman, and with a last touch to the butter she covers it over with a clean wet cloth and moves to the yard door. The two chickens on the threshold, who have retreated and advanced a thousand times, now retire finally with an angry "cluck-cluck," and once more silence reigns..
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