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'How are they changed? I am two years older, if you lass, as though to see whether she was becoe as to be unfit to become this man's wife She was very lovely, with a kind of beauty which we seldoard the forure more than either the colour or the expression, and wo and false hair without liure may be constructed of almost any dimensions The sculptors who construct them, male and feures are constructed of noble dimensions, sometimes with voluptuous expansion, soligence which beco out of the sculptor's hands Colours indeed are added, but not the colours which we used to love The taste for flesh and blood has for the day given place to an appetite for horsehair and pearl powder But Mrs Hurtle was not a beauty after the present fashion She was very dark,--a dark brunette,--with large round blue eyes, that could indeed be soft, but could also be very severe Her silken hair, al in a thousand curls all round her head and neck Her cheeks and lips and neck were full, and the blood would co expression to her face with almost every word she spoke Her nose also was full, and had so But nevertheless it was a nose which any man who loved her would swear to be perfect Her e, and she rarely showed her teeth Her chin was full, e di to form a second Her bust was full and beautifully shaped; but she invariably dressed as though she were oblivious, or at any rate neglectful, of her own charue had seen her, was always black,--not a sad weeping 's garht be, always neays nice, alell-fitting, and most especially always simple She was certainly a h she knew it,--but only after that fashion in which a woe she had never spoken to Montague She was in truth over thirty,--perhaps almost as near thirty-five as thirty But she was one of those whom years hardly seem to touch