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Chapter 5
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“SohaveImine,”shereplied;afterwhichsheadded:“Whatishelike?”
“I’vebeendyingtotellyou.Buthe’slikenobody.”
“Nobody?”sheechoed.
“Hehasnohat.”Thenseeinginherfacethatshealready,inthis,withadeeperdismay,foundatouchofpicture,Iquicklyaddedstroketostroke.“Hehasredhair,veryred,close-curling,andapaleface,longinshape,withstraight,goodfeaturesandlittle,ratherqueerwhiskersthatareasredashishair.Hiseyebrowsare,somehow,darker;theylookparticularlyarchedandasiftheymightmoveagooddeal.Hiseyesaresharp,strange—awfully;butIonlyknowclearlythatthey’rerathersmallandveryfixed.Hismouth’swide,andhislipsarethin,andexceptforhislittlewhiskershe’squiteclean-shaven.Hegivesmeasortofsenseoflookinglikeanactor.”
“Anactor!”Itwasimpossibletoresembleoneless,atleast,thanMrs.Groseatthatmoment.
“I’veneverseenone,butsoIsupposethem.He’stall,active,erect,”Icontinued,“butnever—no,never!—agentleman.”
Mycompanion’sfacehadblanchedasIwenton;herroundeyesstartedandhermildmouthgaped.“Agentleman?”shegasped,confounded,stupefied:“agentlemanhe?”
“Youknowhimthen?”
Shevisiblytriedtoholdherself.“Butheishandsome?”
Isawthewaytohelpher.“Remarkably!”
“Anddressed—?”
“Insomebody’sclothes.”“They’resmart,butthey’renothisown
