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Under the brown tint that the
sunrays had given to her complexion there seemed to lurk a sickly
white, which was most markedly suggested at the corner of the mouth.
The cheek-bones seemed unusually prominent. And the eyes held surely a
depth of uneasiness, of--
Hermione approached her face to the mirror till it almost touched the
glass. The reflected eyes drew hers. She gazed into them with a
scrutiny into which she seemed to be pouring her whole force, both of
soul and body. She was trying to look at her nature, to see its shape,
its color, its expression, so that she might judge of what it was
capable--whether for good or evil. The eyes into which she looked both
helped her and frustrated her. They told her much--too much. And yet
they baffled her. When she would know all, they seemed to substitute
themselves for that which she saw through them, and she found herself
noticing their size, their prominence, the exact shade of their brown
hue. And the quick human creature behind them was hidden from her.


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