At luncheon, on the third day, a thick-set man with a blue jaw smiled across his table at her. She wanted to be alone. Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache, Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity and enjoyment. His face was wreathed in smiles, his beringed hand was cordially outstretched. A glance down the passage—to see that Roding was not lurking?—and her face came back to Gerald, triumph in her eyes. Lucy’s bright tones pursued her. . A brief calm succeeded. God gives us an equal chance; but we make ourselves. ‘That is imbecile. ’ ‘People are silly.
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