THE APPLE TREE GIRL
that was close to grandeur, looking at her deeply tender eyes, her expressive eyebrows and her flushed cheeks, looking at her Marlin's nose, which was inclined to be beaky, and her Marlin's chin, which was inclined to be sensitive—shaped, as it was, with that mobility which promises unfathomed tenderness.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she almost passionately whispered to herself, "as homely as I am!"
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