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ton waist that set off to advantage her trim waist and well-rounded arms. But he did not like her green and cynical eyes.
"Why do you talk like that?" he asked.
He sighed without reason and spoke in a beseeching tone, yet he wanted to speak brutally to her.
"How shall I talk?" she asked laughing.
"There you are, laughing—at what?"
"At you—."
"What have I done to you?" he said with irritation. And once more he lowered his eyes under her gaze.
She made no reply.
Iakov understood her relations towards his father perfectly well and that prevented him from expressing himself freely. He was not
surprised. It would have been diffi-
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