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'Then would you be really glad to see these two farms joined in one?
To see me marry Mr. Ham?' Her tremulous eyes questioned his face
eagerly. When she began her queries there was in them a flash of
mocking mirth; but that had disappeared, and there was now only to be
observed a grave, questioning expression there.
My reader is probably desirous of hearing something about Aster's
face, notwithstanding the assumption that it was beautiful. As a rule
we expect to find chestnut eyes with ruddy-golden hair; but this was
not the fact in Aster's case. Her eyes were the colour which men like
Theophile Gauthier attribute to Venus: they were not blue, neither
were they brown; but they presented in the most fascinating _ensemble_
a grey which at night was a fathomless dusk, and by day that green
which you perceive where the sea is a hundred fathoms deep. With the
light upon her eye there was a glint of emerald, that witching glare
which made Becky Sharpe irresistible. Now imagine an eyebrow, dark as
the raven's quill, overarching such an eye, and contrasting itself
with the burning gold of the hair, and a skin of Parian white and
purity.
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