She looked down at him and saw that the sunlight was gleaming from his cheeks, and that all over his cheeks was a fine golden down of delicate hairs. 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. For that such a man does not mind about the dowry, he must be in love en désespoir. ‘Mad as hatters!’ ‘It is you who is mad,’ mademoiselle told him crossly. He put it carefully aside, resolved to defer the attempt till night. She was always asking questions about her mother and supplying the answers.
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