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"You are the most beautiful thing in the world!"
Elaine, who had been looking down, looked up. She was a pretty girl, but not beautiful, or at least not extravagantly so. She had fair hair, candid eyes, cameo features, a complexion of cream, which occasionally had claret in it, and an air of having no nonsense -- or, at any rate, very little nonsense -- about her.