If you want to know more particularly how Mary looked, ten to one you will see a face like hers on the crowded street tomorrow, if you are there on the watch: she will not be among those daughters of Zion who are haughty, and walk with stretched-out necks and wanton eyes, mincing as they go: let all those pass, and fix your eyes on some plump, brownish person of firm but quiet carriage, who looks about her, but does not suppose anybody is looking at her. If she has a broad face and a square brow, well-marked eyebrows and curly dark hair, a certain expression of amusement in her glance which her mouth keeps the secret of and for the rest features entirely insignificant - take that ordinary but not disagreeable person for a portrait of Mary Garth. If you made her smile she would show you perfect little teeth; if you made her angry she would probably say one of the bitterest things you have ever tasted the flavor of; if you did her a kindness, she would never forget it. |
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