Last week. Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty, nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. The beautiful gowns and the flashing bare shoulders and arms of the women had disturbed and distressed her.
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