" "'Tis he, by Heaven!" cried Jonathan; "this is lucky. Her eyes were fixed upon the ground, the pink colour coming and going in her cheeks was very delicate and girlish. But let the horses be in readiness. He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. She had black hair, fine eyebrows, and a clear complexion; and the forces that had modelled her features had loved and lingered at their work and made them subtle and fine. She was pleased and a little flattered by his interest and sympathy. Once she had asked him: "Are you my father?" He had answered: "I am.
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