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An eye like Mars , to threaten or command ; A station like the herald Mercury New - lighted on a heaven - kissing ... O Hamlet , speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots .
An eye like Mars , to threaten or command ; A station like the herald Mercury New - lighted on a heaven - kissing ... O Hamlet , speak no more : Thou turn'st mine eyes into my very soul ; And there I see such black and grained spots .
Page 498
Suddenly she seemed incredibly beautiful with her white skin , the bridge of freckles across her small nose , her smoky gray eyes . " Well , Leslie , you're so sure of everything . I didn't say you could come .
Suddenly she seemed incredibly beautiful with her white skin , the bridge of freckles across her small nose , her smoky gray eyes . " Well , Leslie , you're so sure of everything . I didn't say you could come .
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I think it was his eye ! yes , it was this ! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye , with a film over it . Whenever it fell upon me , my blood ran cold ; and so , by degrees — very gradually - I made up my mind ...
I think it was his eye ! yes , it was this ! One of his eyes resembled that of a vulture — a pale blue eye , with a film over it . Whenever it fell upon me , my blood ran cold ; and so , by degrees — very gradually - I made up my mind ...
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