"Most true it is that 'beauty is in the eye of the
gazer.' My master's colourless, olive face, square, massive broad and
jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm grim mouth,- all energy,
decision, will,- were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than
beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an influence that quite
mastered me,- that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his.
I had not intended to love him: the reader knows I have wrought hard to
extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first
renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived green and strong! He made me
love him without looking at me" (258-259).
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