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Posted Dec 06 2012 1:09am
She never opened her mouth. I stared--she Monster Beats Pro stared also: at any rate, she kept her eyes on me in a cool, regardless manner, exceedingly embarrassing and disagreeable. 
`Sit down,' said the young man gruffly. `He'll be in soon.' 
I obeyed; and hemmed, and called the villain Juno, who deigned, at this second interview, to move the extreme tip of her tail, in token of owning my acquaintance. 
`A beautiful animal!' I commenced again. `Do you intend parting with the little ones, madam?' 
`They are not mine,' said the amiable hostess, more repellingly than Heathcliff himself could have replied. 
`Ah, your favourites are among these?' I continued, turning to an obscure cushion full of something like cats. 
`A strange choice of favourites!' she observed scornfully. 
Unluckily, it was a heap of dead rabbits. I hemmed once more, and drew closer to the hearth, repeating my comment on the wildness of the evening. 
`You should not have come out,' she said, rising and reaching from the chimney-piece two of the painted canisters. 
Her position before was sheltered from the light; now, I had a distinct view of her whole figure and countenance. She was slender, and apparently scarcely past girlhood: an admirable form, and the most exquisite little face that I have ever had the pleasure of beholding; small features, very fair; flaxen ringlets, or rather golden, hanging loose on her delicate neck; and eyes, had they been agreeable in expression, they would have been irresistible: fortunately for my susceptible heart, the only sentiment they evinced hovered between scorn, and a kind of desperation, singularly unnatural to be detected there. The canisters were almost out of her reach; I made a motion to aid her; she turned upon me as a miser might turn if anyone attempted to assist him in counting his gold. 
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