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spake for themselves. Others cry up noses,
which,’’ added Peggy Byrne, after caressing
her own with a floundering pocket-handker-
chief, “I count nothing. What signifies the
nose! You'd never read a man or woman’s
| meaning by their nose; there it stands, steady
and constant, always the same, barring when,
like Jim Garret, a clip of a stick turns it
crooked for the rest of its days. You can’t
read a man’s nature by his nose. But, O,
darlint!—the dance or the wink of an eye,
or the corner up or the corner down, of
a mouth! Luck aroon! Whether they’re
handsome or ugly, there the book of phbare
_ Spakes out in the eyes; and I’d ask no more
than the elance of an eye, or the twist of
a lip, to read the heart. No wonder at the
artfulness of the men, who are so fond of
covering up their mouths by those mouse-
_tachers! the poor girls ew can only el
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