"The beautiful grisette looked sometimes at the gloves, then sideways to
the window, then at the gloves, and then at me. I was not disposed to
break silence. I followed her example: so, I looked at the gloves, then
to the window, then at the gloves, and then at her, and so on
alternately. I found I lost considerably in every attack: she had a
quick black eye, and shot through two such long and silken eyelashes
with such penetration, that she look'd into my very heart and reins. It
may seem strange, but I could actually feel she did."
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