There was a second lady in the dining-room, of a slight short figure,
dark, and not agreeable to look at, but with some appearance of good
looks too, who attracted my attention: perhaps because I had not
expected to see her; perhaps because I found myself sitting opposite to
her; perhaps because of something really remarkable in her. She had
black hair and eager black eyes, and was thin, and had a scar upon her
lip. It was an old scar - I should rather call it seam, for it was not
discoloured, and had healed years ago - which had once cut through her
mouth, downward towards the chin, but was now barely visible across the
table, except above and on her upper lip, the shape of which it had
altered. I concluded in my own mind that she was about thirty years of
age, and that she wished to be married. She was a little dilapidated -
like a house - with having been so long to let; yet had, as I have said,
an appearance of good looks. Her thinness seemed to be the effect of
some wasting fire within her, which found a vent in her gaunt eyes.
She was introduced as Miss Dartle, and both Steerforth and his mother
called her Rosa. I found that she lived there, and had been for a long
time Mrs. Steerforth's companion. It appeared to me that she never
said anything she wanted to say, outright; but hinted it, and made buy steroids online a
great deal more of it by this practice. For example, when Mrs.
Steerforth observed, more in jest than earnest, that she feared her son
led but a wild life at college, Miss Dartle put in thus.
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