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It was a young man with light yellow hair and a little fair moustache, which made him appear almost boyish; he was light complexioned and blue eyed, and had a frank and pleasant look mingled with a curious bashfulness that made him blush when people spoke to him. IT WAS A YOUNG MAN WITH LIGHT YELLOW HAIR AND A LITTLE FIRM MOUSTACHE WHICH MADE HIM APPEAR ALMOST BOYISH HE WAS LIGHT COMPLEXIONED AND BLUE EYED AND HAD A FRANK AND PLEASANT LOOK MINGLED WITH A CURIOUS BASHFULNESS THAT MADE HIM BLUSH WHEN PEOPLE SPOKE TO HIM
they reached Liza's ears. She sat, leaning her head on her hands, breathing in the fresh air and feeling a certain exquisite sense of peacefulness which she was not used to. It was Saturday evening, and she thankfully remembered that there would be no factory on the morrow; she was glad to rest. Somehow she felt a little tired, perhaps it was through the excitement of the afternoon, and she enjoyed the quietness of the evening. It seemed so tranquil and still; the silence filled her with a strange delight, she felt as if she could sit there all through the night looking out into the cool, dark street, and up heavenwards at the stars. She was very happy, but yet at the same time experienced a strange new sensation of melancholy, and she almost wished to cry. Suddenly a dark form stepped in front of the open window. She gave a little shriek. ''Oo's thet?' she asked, for it was quite dark, and she did not recognize the man standing in front of her. 'Me, Liza,' was the answer. 'Tom?' 'Yus! TREET AND THEIR SHOUTS WERE MUFFLED BEFORE THEY REACHED LIZA'S EARS SHE SAT LEANING HER HEAD ON HER HANDS BREATHING IN THE FRESH AIR AND FEELING A CERTAIN EXQUISITE SENSE OF PEACEFULNESS WHICH SHE WAS NOT USED TO IT WAS SATURDAY EVENING AND SHE THANKFULLY REMEMBERED THAT THERE WOULD BE NO FACTORY ON THE MORROW SHE WAS GLAD TO REST SOMEHOW SHE FELT A LITTLE TIRED PERHAPS IT WAS THROUGH THE EXCITEMENT OF THE AFTERNOON AND SHE ENJOYED THE QUIETNESS OF THE EVENING IT SEEMED SO TRANQUIL AND STILL THE SILENCE FILLED HER WITH A STRANGE DELIGHT SHE FELT AS IF SHE COULD SIT THERE ALL THROUGH THE NIGHT LOOKING OUT INTO THE COOL DARK STREET AND UP HEAVENWARDS AT THE STARS SHE WAS VERY HAPPY BUT YET AT THE SAME TIME EXPERIENCED A STRANGE NEW SENSATION OF MELANCHOLY AND SHE ALMOST WISHED TO CRY SUDDENLY A DARK FORK STEPPED IN FRONT OF THE OPEN WINDOW SHE GAVE A SHRIEK WHO'S THAT SHE ASKED FOR IT WAS QUITE DARK AND SHE DID NOT RECOGNIZE THE MAN STANDING IN FRONT OF HER ME LIZA WAS THE ANSWER TOM YES
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