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"No, his beard was dark You have his brows, I think"

Ursula ceased and became self-conscious She at once

identified herself with her Polish grandfather

"And did he have brown eyes?"

"Yes, dark eyes He was a clever man, as quick as a lion He

was never still"

Lydia still resented Lensky When she thought of hier than he, she was always twenty, or twenty-five,

and under his domination He incorporated her in his ideas as if

she were not a person herself, as if she were just his

aide-de-caical

appliances She still resented it And he was always only

thirty: he had died when he was thirty-four She did not feel

sorry for hiht of those days

"Did you like randfather best?" asked Ursula

"I liked theain Lensky's girl-bride He was

of good family, of better family even than her own, for she was

half Gerirl in a house of insecure

fortune And he, an intellectual, a clever surgeon and

physician, had loved her How she had looked up to him! She

remembered her first transports when he talked to her, the