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The young man opposite was straining his ears to listen to their conversation. Just as he was about to drain it, he encountered the basilisk glance of Jonathan Wild, and paused. He looked exactly as she had dreamed him, handsome, rigidly dressed in a black suit, his hair still half gray, his eyes green and flashing like a cat’s. “Go it, miss!” cried one. It was astonishing how often this picture returned: cold rosy apples and flurries of snow. He remembered that he had heard stories about the wonderful likeness between these two sisters, one of whom was an artist and a recluse, whilst the other had attached herself to a very gay and a very brilliant little coterie of pleasure-seekers. " "But I never saw anybody more alive.
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