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Her hand, though very soft, was larger than most women would like to

have, or than they could afford to have, though not a whit too large in

proportion with the spacious plan of Zenobia's entire developood to see a fine intellect (as hers really was, although its

natural tendency lay in another direction than towards literature) so

fitly cased She was, indeed, an ade of her richest maturity, with a combination of

features which it is safe to call remarkably beautiful, even if some

fastidious persons ht pronounce them a little deficient in softness

and delicacy But we find enough of those attributes everywhere

Preferable--by way of variety, at least--was Zenobia's blooor, which she possessed in such overflow that a ht well

have fallen in love with her for their sake only In her quiet moods,

she seemed rather indolent; but when really in earnest, particularly if

there were a spice of bitter feeling, she grew all alive to her

finger-tips

"I am the first comer," Zenobia went on to say, while her smile beamed

warmth upon us all; "so I take the part of hostess for to-day, and