The Unclassed by George Gissing
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"And how?"
"Well, _you_ don't wear a veil, if I do." "You can read faces?" "A little, I flatter myself. Can you?" "Give me a chance of trying." She raised her veil, and he inspected her for some moments, then looked away. "Excellently well, if God did all," he observed, with a smile. "That's out of a play," she replied quickly. "I heard it a little time ago, but I forget the answer. I'd have given anything to be able to cap you! Then you'd have put me down for a clever woman, and I should have lived on the reputation henceforth and for ever. But it's all my own, indeed; I'm not afraid of crying." "_Do_ you ever cry? I can't easily imagine it." "Oh yes, sometimes," she answered, sighing, and at the same time lowering her veil again. "But you haven't read my face for me." "It's a face I'm sorry to have seen." "Why?" she asked, holding her hands clasped before her, the palms turned outwards. |
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