She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. I want to hammer myself against all this that pens women in. Anna picked up an ancient magazine, and began to turn over the pages in a leisurely way. Her figure, though slight, had all the fulness of health; and her complexion—still pale, but without its former sickly cast,—contrasted agreeably, by its extreme fairness, with the dark brows and darker lashes that shaded eyes which, if they had lost some of their original brilliancy, had gained infinitely more in the soft and chastened lustre that replaced it. She was as lovely in the spirit as in the flesh. For such of us as pretend to be wise—and we are but fools in a lesser degree—we know that humanity moves onward only by the impellant of fine dreams. I think we will soon, though. She is a year or so older than I am, and she is, well, of a very serene and proud and dignified temperament.
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