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equally moved to it by any other person. He was supposed
by the world in general to wish to marry her, but this of
course was between themselves. It at least may be affirmed
that he had travelled from New York to Albany expressly
to see her; having learned in the former city, where he was
spending a few days and where he had hoped to find her,
that she was still at the State capital. Isabel delayed for some
minutes to go to him; she moved about the room with a new
sense of complications. But at last she presented herself and
found him standing near the lamp. He was tall, strong and
somewhat stiff; he was also lean and brown. He was not ro-
mantically, he was much rather obscurely, handsome; but
his physiognomy had an air of requesting your attention,
which it rewarded according to the charm you found in blue
eyes of remarkable fixedness, the eyes of a complexion other
than his own, and a jaw of the somewhat angular mould
which is supposed to bespeak resolution. Isabel said to her-
self that it bespoke resolution to-night; in spite of which, in
half an hour, Caspar Goodwood, who had arrived hopeful
as well as resolute, took his way back to his lodging with the
feeling of a man defeated. He was not, it may be added, a
man weakly to accept defeat.

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