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She remembered the conversation. Her father sitting, straight and / slender, in his chair, talking in that quiet voice of his that never / went sharp or deep or quavering, that paused now and then on an amused / inflection, his long lips straightening between the perpendicular / grooves of his smile. She loved his straight, slender face, / clean-shaven, the straight, slightly jutting jaw, the dark-blue flattish / eyes under the black eyebrows, the silver-grizzled hair that fitted / close like a cap, curling in a silver brim above his ears.
He was talking about his business as if more than anything it amused / him.