An inarticulate instinct which now found expression. She attended to that, and then dismissed it as unimportant. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. You forget all the mass of training and tradition and instinct that go to make him a tolerable master. He saw the expression on the girl's face and understood what it signified, that it was the reflected pattern of his own.
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