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What had become of his always self-possessed resolute manner, and

the carelessly serene expression of his face? Now every time he

turned to her, he bent his head, as though he would have fallen

at her feet, and in his eyes there was nothing but humble

submission and dread. "I would not offend you," his eyes seemed

every time to be saying, "but I want to save myself, and I don't

know how." On his face was a look such as Kitty had never seen

before.