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finenessinaccordancewithhisstockings,wasaswhiteasthetops
ofthewavesthatbrokeupontheneighbouringbeach,orthe
specksofsailthatglintedinthesunlightfaratsea.Aface
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habituallysuppressedandquieted,wasstilllightedupunderthe
quaintwigbyapairofmoistbrighteyesthatitmusthavecost
theirowner,inyearsgoneby,somepainstodrilltothecomposed
andreservedexpressionofTellson’sBank.Hehadahealthy
colourinhischeeks,andhisface,thoughlined,borefewtracesof
anxiety.But,perhapstheconfidentialbachelorclerksinTellson’s
Bankwereprincipallyoccupiedwiththecaresofotherpeople
andperhapssecond-handcares,likesecond-handclothes,come
easilyoffandon,Completinghisresemblancetoamanwhowas
sittingforhisportrait,Mr.Lorrydroppedofftosleep.Thearrival